The lightning bolt

in a moment
it struck unexpected
as it always does

the polarities

built and coalesced
over time

waiting

blowing in from all directions

seemingly counter to reason
but meeting on congruency
synchronicity following its own rule

lingering

there was no storm

no sense
of the impending crush
no discernible forewarning
not in the center anyway

and then it struck

as paradox and duality
soul and self
idea and myth
clashed
and obliterated themselves
in the sheer energy of contrast

the flash instantaneous

the burn in slow motion
as if the poles wanted to remain
but there was nothing
nothing
to grasp from
or to
only a yielding now

cherished forms of reference

buried in the brilliance
astonishment presided
nothing to say
circuits fried
senses unleashed in comprehension

one could only watch

as the limitless
number of pieces
blew out big bang style
there was no going back
expression had sat this course

there was wonder

in the surf of synchronicity
the sheer fierceness
that met its own maker
and tender

the thunder and roar

followed
as it does
sounding out the joyful fury
of life meeting itself in a
magnificent collapse
into the distillized empty
wave upon wave of
deep resonance

then the fresh sight

as all the seasons of the
egoic atmosphere that had
accumulated was gone

after attuning the eyes

and senses

a truer reality

this one too

may succumb
to the whims
of Thor