Contradiction

There is warmth in my soul
But ice in my mouth.
There is love in my heart
But hate in my brain.
These things contradict
Yet the obvious
Remains.

How is it that opposites
Are the building blocks
Of the experience
Of life?
Such uncomfortable truth
Is a palm on the blade
Of the knife.

It’s of no use to grasp
Upon reason
Or wrestle with truth
And try to comprehend.
All of life is reduced
To contradiction
At the end.