That
Nothing can be in balance
never maintain harmony-
All is; push and pull,
give and take,
more or less.
That
Life itself, in order
To Be,
swings
back and forth,
like Galileo’s cathedral lamp
from chaos to entropy-
you again.
Rest and wake are processes
of changing states.
Death doesn't change.
Life is never the same.
That
even though two far-flung
pendulums find synchronicity,
two clocks seek divergence.
Both are counting
on each other.
That
Truth is not always true,
what is left lying there
awaiting our grand
Discovery?
That
it may be easier
To be
savages, cold-blooded
toward each other,
hot under our collars, getting
callous without tools-raw, blistered
and running behind and away from
the greater risk of being
alone and afraid to touch
each other.
That
This
Homeostasis must not be bliss
to the civilized, passionate man
That
Balances
Truth with Justice
ending up with a loss
for words.
Photo credit by Dietmar Rabich / Wikimedia Commons / “Grand Canyon (Arizona, USA), South Rim nahe Tusayan -- 2012 -- 5893” / CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons.
