My head asks what is the matter My heart does not know the trouble The sun shines more brilliant The clouds draw imagine of beautiful pattern
The butterflies fly in the two rows Dancing a smart dance as the great dancers The leaves salute the winds with great tending
The winds pass so light and so guide My mind asks and the world responds The love appears and the peace governs The world bows even the hate increases
The killing draw an optimistic imagines it greets these were killed and accuses these killings Even the most powerful supports Even the world tries to close his eyes The freedom opens its arms For long hugs for these downers For who wants to get their land free and peace
Even they expose to dead or gets injures Their blood will the sign for the world letting them down They will complain to the God for this unbalance The justice is crippled, the justice will lead to the death
the world watches the killing of Palestinian and says no word.
Life is full of a thousand varying scales Love, Hate Anger, Joy Happiness, Sadness There must be balance to keep the peace
For some reason however, One of your scales seem to be offset Love is outweighing hate by far too much It’s taking a toll on your soul You’ve become tired and insecure From all your love overflowing from your scale As it floods onto those who are heavy with hate
It’s okay to be angry and unforgiving It’s okay to be sad and admit hatred They come on par with healing For without being able to know these feelings You will drown in the in between You are far too wonderful to sink below the pressure
Spare your scales and be honest with your heart If you weren’t meant to feel both the heaviness and lightness You wouldn’t have had a heart Feel the anger, hatred, and sadness So that you may receive the love, happiness, and joy Without the consequence of an unbalanced scale
Missed a step of the stepping stool smacked the sidewalk with my face felt like a blithering fool what happened to my grace
First parched earth of drought now we’re so soaked with rain the birdseed’s begun to sprout dare I holler or complain
I think I need a change of scene boredom cries for the next valley over to smell the new scent of green hear honey bees buzzing clover
They say hearing voices like yours can be soothing and cozy but too much harmony bores and I think a little stink can be rosy
Living life in extremes isn’t for me and isn’t sound maybe it’s about stretching the seams but not to be unbound
I don’t know if balance is my fate Yes, equilibrium has its uses but I like a tune that syncopates and enough spice to excite the juices.
That recent fall where I hit my head reminded me of the delicate balance of life that is so easily taken for granted. Grateful there was no concussion or any internally serious problem. The external wound already healed. I'd been trying to find a new balance in my faith journey and some of my relationships so the co-incidence of the fall and the other stuff finally emerged into this poem.
To do to one is to do to another Therefore , To comfort one is to comfort another To care of to one is to care to another Therefore , To put one down is to put down another To abandon one is to abandon another
'Tis how the world works A Flawed masterpiece A tender executioner Like the finest love on concrete Soft as children's laughter , though as savage as a man-eater
What is the truth What is the truth she seeks ? But she wished for equilibrium , a scale in balance And she has received disequilibrium , a scale unbalanced
Relatable to " Yin & Yang " And Today's Unbalances