sometimesihatemycat

  Perfect Permanent Balance

Does not exist

Do not wish it

Is simply the midpoint

Of our own pointy pendulum

While we find our swing

To the next extreme

A talent perfected

      Only in death

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Well Deserved Respite After a Particularly Brutal Goring by Bill Carman

Part of his Unbalanced series.

~ by April on February 26, 2014.

Posted in Death, Humanity, Meditation, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Balance, Buddhism, Death, Life, meditation, Non-Buddhism, poetry