I’m not remotely close to having control.
My fingers slip, but I don’t want to go down that hole.
Temptation at the tip of my nose
with her eyes opening up my soul.
My resolve is low, but I’m trying to make it last.
Sometimes in this race, I feel like I’m coming in last,
even though I stick to the goal, and I’m skating so fast.
I just wish to feel whole, but that’s evading my grasp.
It would be so easy to give up,
to lift up, the regret and hating the past.
Holding on is so hard, is this what
life leads to? The anger and grief bleeds through
my words, hurting him, her, and me too.
Is it sad to plead to the unknown when euphoria actually sees you
at your lowest? When you’re unheroic
and have never been stoic? When you’re unnoticed
yet devoted but you can’t keep focus
because you’ve lost all motive?
It’s sobering to deny the malice
but what if you’re too weak to avoid the chalice?
Will falling into euphoria break the chains on my talus?

-Laws Of Balance

Look all around, balance is present everywhere,

Everything in our world has an opposite pair!!

Precarious Balance (in 3 parts)
started December 3rd, 2020

(1)
My balance
has never been great
others walk paths
and look at the world around them

I
look at my feet
watching for things
that might trip me

(2)
I walk along a tightrope
strung a few inches over the earth
my balance precarious

not realizing
I could step off at any time
onto the stable earth.

(3)
Life is a precarious balancing
of the joy and the pain
singing-tears
holding onto each other
shatter-whole
the impossible duality
agony-bliss
found only in juxtaposition
love-destruction
we try to balance
not-enough-too-much
somewhere within
everything-nothing

One must know drizzles and days of gloom
to see the beauty—a rose in bloom.

I held on to my

morning paper, on the street –


when slipping on ice.

a pink peony
brusque summer breeze
grounded, with quiet contentment
Oh, what could be more delightful to tease?

I make up enough endings
in my mind, knowing
that life continues
with little metabolism
of what ceases to exist
but it is difficult

to take it lightly
while you feel it happening
My heart does want to breathe
wisdom, but it needs blood
to feel the warmth of love
flowing in me, in and out

receiving and giving
around the earth, gathering
in the sea, the salmon swim
back and forth, it snows and rains
the hazel is in bloom
and will give a basket full of nuts