Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Won't Stop

Sometimes, I'll foolishly think I've arrived. This is it, I'll think. I've hit gold. I've hit uranium. I've gotten to that place where it's smooth sailing and the sky is clean and clear as washed sheets. Then the peace shatters, or crumbles. Poof! Gone. Then I'm back to searching for balance. And when it's at some corner of my life, it's not in another. Yin and Yang. Isn't balance just the right amounts of dark and light? I forget this. I'll think balance is everything working out, and being good, and the harmony just ringing like an angel voice inside, but balance isn't just walking the edge all nimble-footed and careful. It's mixed portions.

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