Originally Posted by Vince
Ears struggle with divergent opinions
Connected to a closed and angry mind
Easer than stretching to see other views
Old comfortable and confined to familiar
Constriction is the enemy of any growth
No growth causes intellect to be ingrown
Stunted intellect accepts no challenges
Without challenge reality canít be perceived
Embrace opposition, it forces progress
Rejecting mirror images stops clarity
Harmony evolves from struggles to balance
Exclusion protects but in time destroys.
Ya ever see how the create pilings for skyscrapers?
First they auger down deeply and as the bit is being withdrawn concrete is flowing from a truck via pump pressure through a fire hose like line into the hollow bit and spewing out the tip. Then a rebar construction is lowered into the mess.
This poem is like that rebar construction.
It is subtle and enshrouded by the experience of time.