Equilibrium
Life is a constant energy flow;
a surreal poetry in motion;
without motion; it couldn’t grow;
its ebb and flow is an ocean.
Balance is the fulcrum to reality;
tottering, it allows for chance;
the landscape soon ceases to be;
death invites all life to dance.
Nothing can ever remain the same;
change is the essence of life;
destiny usually garners the blame;
circumstance becomes a wife.
A body is our personal condominium;
illuminated by the light;
consciousness is equilibrium
death comes in the night.
Equilibrium causes an ebb and flow;
balance comes with each season;
the Master demands that all must grow;
everything happens for a reason.
Tragedies lurk around every corner;
sorrows are destined to come;
all must someday become a mourner;
in order that all become one.
Life must all feel the Master’s pain;
the oceans must all learn to cry;
solace teaches each loss means gain;
equilibrium drys every eye.
Monty 9/27/24. # 2,358