Paradigm Shift I

It’s called a paradigm shift

Our daily view of truth

From mountaintop to valley below

Questions from our youth


We dance around the alpine Maypole

Eyes sweep up to its top

Scene transformed from black abyss

To jutting rock outcrop


We dance looking south to the ominous edge

A fall far out of sight

Deep abyss beyond the ledge

Black and dark as night


We turn to dance looking east and then

A vast plateau ahead

Greening fields and working men

In dazzling flowerbeds


We dance some more looking north and there

A hillside reaching high

Below a protective mother bear

Her cubs seen scampering by


We dance, look west to the setting sun

Paradigm shift now done

Soon night, then dawn

The universe and I are one


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