The Balancing Act
Within the quiet hum of daybreak’s first gentle,
The place shadows stretch and desires take flight,
A dance begins, each fierce and frail,
A quest for stability, a sacred story.
The thoughts, a tempest, wild and free,
A labyrinth of thought, a boundless sea.
It whispers doubts, it shouts wishes,
A flame that glints, but by no means tires.
To calm its storm, we breathe and pause,
In stillness, discover the hidden trigger.
For psychological peace, we carve an area,
A sanctuary the place ideas embrace.
The guts, a vessel, deep and huge,
A tide of pleasure, a surge of delight,
But sorrow’s weight can pull it low,
A fragile thread, a young glow.
To heal its wounds, we be taught to really feel,
To honor ache, to let it heal.
Emotional tides, we journey with grace,
In love and loss, we discover our place.
The physique, temple, sturdy and true,
A vessel cast for all we do.
It bends and breaks, it mends and grows,
A rhythm solely the sensible soul is aware of.
To nourish it, we transfer and relaxation,
In sweat and silence, we’re blessed.
Bodily power, a gradual beat,
A concord of palms and ft.
But stability shouldn’t be a static state,
It’s not a prize, nor destiny’s dictate.
It’s within the ebb, the circulate, the sway,
The alternatives created from everyday.
It’s within the pause, the pivot, the flip,
The teachings lived, the knowledge earned.
It’s within the braveness to let go,
And belief the trail we’ve come to know.
So stroll this line with open eyes,
Beneath the huge and limitless skies.
For psychological calm, emotional grace,
And bodily power, we discover our place.
In each step, in each breath,
We dance the dance of life and loss of life.
The balancing act, a sacred artwork,
A symphony of thoughts and coronary heart.
