Beyond Balance

Over the edge, beyond the brink
flying high just as we sink
to an abysmal depth;
as all of mind is spent
into one particle of being
a pure expression of itself,
alive in never-ending tapestries
of its construction and creation.

It sinks to swim to flights of height
through the abyss of a nighttime sky
and comes to know the stars reborn
again within their oh so mortal form.
Yet these wings precede each embryo
and every chance to dance this life
within unending tapestries of pure delight.

Where yours and mine become no more
than passing fantasies of yore;
here and gone within a wink
that blinks itself awake;
desiring more than what is known
has ever been before.

While here, upon this distant shore
all mind rebuilds itself anew
just over the edge
and beyond the brink
of all we think is real . . .

? Michaelette ?

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