Center off Center

I find my center
Only to find it off center
I know where I am going
As I wander directionless
My compass spins
I follow a hunch
I know where I am
I do not yet know the path
Call of a goose
I follow
Point A to B no longer
There is no straight line
There is no line at all
I travel while standing still
Eating up the miles in my mind
Freedom
I cross borders that do not exist
They never have
Borders in my mind
Stifling my Soul
I know that now
Wasted time while I bumped against them for years
...Or not
Learning the path
Where there is no path
Time goes nowhere
It is still here
All the time
In an eternity
In an instant
I find The Center
Mine does not correspond
It is aligned none the less
In time and in space
In my mind and in my Soul
My center only seems off center
As all centers are One

Well, another inspired by an email. I have been pondering paradox without intending it, as has been pointed out to me, and I find it fascinating. I am finding that it only exists if you let it. To see into and through a seeming paradox is where the real fun begins, the other side. Perhaps the fun is also where the truth is...now that is something worth pondering.

Paradox is only a human word after all.

Jeff.