March came in like a lion today, blowing its cold wind over the tops of the daffodils that are peaking their heads through the ground. Spring is right around the corner, but just not quite yet. Tonight I am packing the warmest clothes I own for a trip to Chicago in the morning.
Tonight I spent a little time rummaging through poems written by my husband. I am searching for something on balance that I can include in my upcoming book. I’ll keep searching, but for now this one might work…
In the sequence of time, there is a state that exists,
A place where we all belong, if only we could resist
The temptations of our desire.
For minute by minute and hour by hour
The game remains the same.
Yet it is my weakest moments when I am on my knees
That I finally stop and notice the gentle ruffling of the trees,
When I can go beyond my shame
To still waters where the balance remains.
For it is a question of balance, that is the key
To unlock, to free both you and me.
Take direction from no one but your heart.
The signs are clear when you are near
To the pulse that runs through your veins,
To the universe’s heartbeat, for it does contain
The cadence…. the path… the answers…the questions,
Inner guidance, gentle suggestions.
Resonate lightly, weigh heavy
Today and tomorrow for the lessons we are here to learn.
Worry not, release your concern.
For it is in the balance that you will see
There is no time in eternity,
No pain in tranquility,
No need to cleanse in purity.
Only the balance between now and where you will be.
