3-** Earth

The quiet air settles, a moment held,
A breath taken, a pause in the turning world.
Light shifts on the distant hills,
The silent turning of the ancient stones.
A single leaf trembles, then falls,
Marking the passage of unseen currents.
The ground beneath, firm and patient,
Receives the subtle weight of all things.

My soul seeks its Earthen Balance, a core within this shifting,
A yearning to simply exist, unburdened by the relentless push.
Why does the heart hesitate to fully open,
When the world invites such tender care?
This inner ground must hold, though fear
Whispers of vulnerabilities, of paths unseen.
Each breath a silent query, seeking truth.
I long for peace, a quiet, settled space.
How fleeting, the ease of simply being.

The sky stretches, an endless journey,
Where aspirations rise on silent wings.
Smiles offered, tears freely given,
A tapestry woven from touch and sight.
Each connection, a fleeting imprint,
Defining the span of fleeting years.
The reach for heights, a constant pull,
Against the gravity of daily toil.

Yet, my spirit struggles for Earthen Balance, a steady hold on passing seasons,
This unending cycle of striving, digging, and building anew.
Why does the self relentlessly pursue,
When the end is merely another beginning?
The silent dread of unending effort
Consumes the present, denies gentle repose.
A fleeting pause, then back to the endless task.
I seek a peace beyond the racing current.
This constant turning, a hollow victory.