Poetry About Dialectics

One voice calls the glass a boundary. Another calls it an opening filled with rain. Between them, the room begins to alter. Each answer carries the seed of its reply. Thought moves forward by meeting resistance. A third horizon rises from the argument.

Look again from the quieter edge. Another calls it an opening filled with rain. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Each answer carries the seed of its reply. Attention loosens the first easy answer. A third horizon rises from the argument.

One voice calls the glass a boundary. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Between them, the room begins to alter. It returns us to opposing ideas, contradiction, dialogue, change, synthesis, and thought sharpened through tension. Thought moves forward by meeting resistance. The day continues with a more attentive heart.