Balance. What a charged and pregnant word.
Balance. Common in our daily vernacular
but void of it's innate and innermost meaning
Balance - what do you see?
The Golden scales of antiquity?
What a dichotomous lie
For Balance is multi-planar, multi-dimensional
Multitudes of exponential, fractal-like branches
Hanging from the largest trunk of the largest tree with the largest network of life-providing roots spreading in all directions at once like a wild-fire with unlimited fuel
Balance. It's perfectly symmetrical reflection
Only distorted by the waters of our perception
Thrives and simultaneously strives for connection
Connection to the mirrors of eternity
The pristine, naked, flesh-covered bodies of pure vulnerability, set free to explore this spherical dream
Balance is a friend, but left unseen, reaching for our touch without so much of a glance towards it's arduous efforts to bond with the deep dwelling dreams of Souls,
Balance can be distorted, as the tree is, in the ripples of our confused and distracted minds.
Crack! A branch breaks.
Balance falters, catches itself and picks up its severed limb - a sacrifice, for the greater good. The only good.
Crack! Another branch breaks.
Balance steps to redistribute it's misaligned weight
A sacrifice, for the greater good. The only good.
A fitting mantra.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Branches breaking back to back
Plummeting to the cold hard ground.
This sudden decay is too much to handle
The limbs of this great tree, the greatest amongst all cannot regrow at the speed at which the others wither
Ironically, balance is now imbalanced
Shaking, desperately grasping the ground with its roots to stay upright, at the very least, to remain present, persistent, possible, but, most importantly, present
Present for those vulnerable naked bodies to one day glance past their distorted waters and into the depths of what truly is...
A force, so strong, so humble, so forgiving reaching out through it's remaining, fatigue-strewn branches in a dire need to make contact with the branches of our mortality
When branches unite, as they shall, as they always do from time to time,
Imbalance is washed away as waves wash the shore
And Balance emerges from the distorted waters, now retreating, pulled by the tide of self-awareness
Perfectly, our fingers fill the gaps of our grief-stricken but eternally determined ally and meet with it's tender stumps, the necessary wounds of time
A fusion of worlds meld the two together in a forge as hot as the sun but as nourishing as a mother's touch
Balance, in all it's glory, sewn to us through the channels of our consciousness is now, truly, and undeniably,
- Brian Patrick Williams