Poems about balance

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...

Far, a day ago, a lecture precedes a new law, a gallery of men chat, interests on hand, women...

When I’m about to fall, reflex lets me stay tall. Untainted I am not afraid to learn, the only...

The pianist tarnishes her notes, sharp to flat, harshly explodes, flat to sharp, falls into...

If you act irresponsibly, if you react abruptly, if you repeat incessantly, if you speak...