Week 50; A Poem a Day


Balance, friend.
Still crucial.
Still vital.
Not a static state.
Balance is the action
Of constant adjustment,
Corrections, counter-weighting.
As the terrain changes,
So must your footfalls.
As the situation changes,
So must your choices.
You will never know
Perfect Balance.
Because Perfect Balance
Is a paradoxymoron.
So seek balance, friend,
In the rapid pulse flexing
Of muscle reflexes.
Seek it in the miraculous
Daily chance offerings;
The chances to give of yourself
And receive the gifts of others.
Seek balance,
But never grasp it.



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