Libations,
Sensations,
Rationing,
Passion-ing,
Elastic tensions…
That I press,
(and mess)
with until something gives.
Whoops!
This balance
the edge so fluid and
at some point unforgiving:
Consequences can crash down;
Light the path!
The balance!
Let me play,
and stay,
inside…
the beautiful;
and yet explore (the dangerous).
Fine chocolate,
Slow sunset;
Sweet savory moments,
All blessed be.
To cherish this experience,
To worship this time,
and I know also…
That I am yours,
and you are mine.
Being at peace takes practice,
and takes less work
Than one might expect.
So I slow down,
And respect,
Each precious day:
Wow…
It feels good this way.
To be sure,
Requirements galore:
Placed on me.
I only wish to be:
Free…
And play
(all day).
However, I admit (reluctantly),
The constant pressure of tasks
Makes me ever more clear:
Things I hold dear,
Jumping through fear…
Stronger, I become,
Guess I will go get me some,
Maybe even have some fun,
“Hey there, rising sun!”
(time to run)
Down the wild staircase,
through the open doors;
Searching for the life I want,
Examining my stores.
I know of the illusion,
that surrounds me every day;
And I know this is the very place,
that I intended to play.
And yet I get caught inside the worry,
and the concerns of mortal life;
which so easily dampens my spirit
And infests my day with strife,
So I battle on courageously,
through misty ways barely mapped;
Believing in my heart.
There is little time to make what we want of our lives. Today always counts. I may wish to complain at the end of the day of that which I missed out on, but this doesn’t make it better. And, we humans have such a tendency to be habitual. Good habits are so nice, and bad ones so difficult to eradicate.
Fighting for me,
To be,
The me that I dream
And seem…
to feel:
I want to be.
Progress feels good, and yet indulgence in progress causes so many things: stress, pressure, pushing, unrealistic expectations, and overall a backwards slide. To really make true progress requires a number of things: some pain, some pushing, self knowledge of limits, willingness to push a little, acknowledgement of progress made, and balance.
Stretch beyond
The zone of yesterday,
Until today shines,
Through.
And then celebrate,
The tiny, steady, momentum.
I will again push too far and pay. I will again be lazy and stagnate. However, knowledge of these extremes allows me to balance and balance and balance again. Each time evolving myself.
