The point of balance,
or rift between dark and light
when illumination wins the struggle,
dragging us from our inner cave
into the dim lit morning.
Leaving the dream time
and drama of atonement behind,
for what may rise on ancient meter
and sing us, bawling like infants
into the here and now.
Snow informs with the Joyous light from Love of Life and the smile of my inner child throwing snowballs of welcome. It’s good to share, Don.
With a sweet saline tastes in my mouth, here we are.
Hi Don, here’s a rough poem in the moment inspired by yours. Thanks!
Balancing
Equinox is a balance of forces
not forced.
Balance an egg on end on the table delicately,
and please record it on your I-phone
because I did it once but can’t prove it.
How do I balance my emotions? a friend asks.
Dive into them? For how long?
Jump on the pendulum, let’s swing on the
sad – happy, confused – clear, lethargic – excited.
We can make a long list.
How big can it get before we cry “Too much!”
And does that help?
In my spiritual community we swung,
going outward then drawing inward,
outward to blend with the world,
drawing inward to the roots of the beginning.
I saw how the reaching out was more exciting to some
and the coming back to roots was more satisfying to some.
We took turns on the pendulum.
When it was the swing to come back to the roots, I left,
because the energy of it did not excite my body-soul.
How do you know where to be? I asked myself.
How long can you stay when the energy is dropping for you?
Time to go to greater aliveness.
Do I have a choice?
Same choice now.
On the boat, sailing through waves,
we rock and roll constantly,
my legs flex to balance,
Visually and mentally I have a course to follow
because we want to get somewhere.
To get there I look at the distant horizon at a point,
a bit of land, a cloud or a star.
I check the compass and GPS from time to time,
but understand they have a delay behind real time.
So I keep attention to the far goal,
let the waves and swings happen,
correct them with minimal movements.
A destination and a balance point.
Am I enjoying the ride?
I am moved by both poems, Don’s and Carol’s. Thank you!
I have mostly stopped chasing shadow. It knows it’s own season, it’s own balance. It comes to me when it comes. I stay in present moment awareness, attending to my business on Earth as a Sun-Being. I love this beautiful green planet. I am here to love it, bless it, and do what is mine to do in any part of my human constituency. Likewise, in community with others.