Our attention is drawn
to that which moves,
that which stands out;
that which seems different.
That which seems more.
That which seems less.
That which seems too much
That which seems not enough.
We strive to balance
work and play,
self and others;
fitness and indulgence.
But that’s not balance.
Balance is appreciating
the things that DON’T stand out
as equally as the things that do.
We strive to balance
that which we
NOTICE needs balancing,
completely forgetting
that which balances us.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
10/8
Balance, the poetic equilibrium of existence, dances between the seen and the unseen, the conscious and the unconscious. It is a constant juggle between luminosity and obscurity, between that which glitters and that which lurks in the shadows. The dazzle may capture our gaze, but it’s the subdued light that truly steadies us. Ah, but we, the seekers of equilibrium, are often swept away by the ostentatious—a kaleidoscope of colors, sounds, and movements. A cosmic circus, if you will.
Yet, do we ever ponder the quietude that surrounds this cacophony? The quiet backdrop that allows the loud to be heard, the dark canvass that allows the bright to shine. Balance isn’t merely taming the unruly tangle of boisterous energies; it’s also honoring the stillness, the quiet, the seemingly mundane. Just as the silence between musical notes is equally integral to the composition, so is the unseen and the overlooked to our equilibrium. This is the notion of balance we often neglect, that which is unspoken, unfelt, unnoticed. It’s as if we are cosmic artists who focus on painting vibrant stars while forgetting the dark sky that holds them.
The yin-yang of existence isn’t just a dichotomy of extremes; it’s a symphony of nuances. Work and play, light and dark, silence and sound—they are but notes on a much grander scale. They’re melodies in the universal song, imbued with the breath of life through our awareness. And what is this breath but a balance of inhalation and exhalation, each equally vital, each fulfilling its role in the majestic rhythm of being?
Summary
We explore the complexities of balance, emphasizing that it isn’t just about managing extremes but recognizing the value of subtleties and nuances. We are urged to honor the unseen, the quiet, and the mundane in our quest for true equilibrium.
Glossarium
- Poetic Equilibrium: The delicate counterbalance of elements that makes life not only bearable but beautiful.
- Cosmic Circus: The dazzling and overwhelming spectacle of life that can distract us from deeper truths.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
— Rumi
Do share, what silent tunes have you heard that helped maintain your cosmic equilibrium?
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