Thursday, August 4, 2011


The balance of a squirrel on a thin branch,
Wind tugging away, squirrel victorious.

The balance of stacked rocks at the beach,
Waves rumbling over them,
Yet they remain a tower of contemplation.

The balance of calmness in my day.
Though fears and doubts come to me,
Yet I am the strong parent of myself.

Balance knows the center and stays there,
No judgment, no insistence, just devotion.

I devote myself to the balance
Nature already knows.

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