Life is Complex

I like the word "complex". So onamonapeotic! Gracefully blending those soft consonants: p, l and x after the confident and forward "COM" perfectly describes the spectrum of feelings that goes along with complexity.

Life is complex. Neither black nor white, but somehow always contrasting, life's little events are always keeping me hopping back and forth... even though I try hard to find that verdant middle ground. Rumi's field- the one where we meet in the middle- that is where I want to be to view life.

Out beyond ideas

of wrong doing

and right doing

there is a field.

I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass

the world is too full to talk about.