Set sights too high -
lose the target
Set sights too low -
shoot yourself in the foot</center>
Is there really a centrist in us that longs to walk the Middle Earth, that perfect balance between what is right and what is wrong... and is what is right in the middle or is that really correct?
Perhaps politics is too far right to ever be right without a balance of left... but then would what's left only be remains... or what is to be gained?
Religion should be correct - not right or left, but yet it practices rites that were written by those no longer left and those that practice these rites are wrong for it is not the left or right where we belong.
That Middle Ground makes us sound in judgement of those that see not one but two... me and you, le deux, anew until the next morning dew where what is left is no longer right and so we wait until that night when our sight rests our weariness... into a rest we await the next unrest of new light shedding a new sight, that may be bright but is it right or all that's left of our needed rest..?
We test the waters, we test the air, we test ourselves as if we care.. but if we dare we play the game of name the side from which we hide for fear of being spied upon. We jiggle and juggle our given choice, we speak in tongues with our voice as if we knew what is right from wrong... a song sung from the upper rung of our ladder... does it matter which we choose to avoid to lose that delicate balance from which we leap into a deep convoluted heap of of cheap rights and wrongs from where we creep away to stay upon that center from where we always stray.
Can it be, can we see that Middle Riddle has not clue unless me and you agree to be what we were made to be - individually free from what we falsely claim to be reality.
What are these pleas amidst the breeze of our sneeze that brings the freeze of make believes that one is half of all there is when we know that two is one... balancing acts are just facts for fun of what we do and not what we are... we've gone so far as to lose sight of that from which we can choose... the disparity between what is right and wrong are theories that do not belong for they are but the song of duality of our individuality seeking a sight where we place our eye between the earth and the sky... that Middle, that Center, that balance to be where all that we see comes together in eternity.
This vastness of never always grasping one over the other but the inclusion of the intrusion further rounds us up and over the cup... we flow and we go, be it fast or be it slow, we know... we know that all is not what it shows for there always is and will always be those infernal mysteries that challenge both you and me to aim for that which we can attain to sustain body, soul and brain from the drain of energy that we all need to reseed both womb and head instead of chewing, brewing, doing our choosing from gaining or losing for that is the futile game to blame upon the same plane of right or wrong.
Elevate, don't procrastinate, high on life we shorten the strife... it's only our choice thru our voice which we can say that everyday is our rebirth, filled with tears or with mirth, either one is not wrong nor right but perfect balance of day and night all within our very sight... the only aim of the game that will remain the same no matter the name ingrained on the brain...
<center>balance is
as
balance was
balance will
as
balance does
* * *</center>
Cecil
29 January 2006
<center>balance of rock
makes a wall
remove a rock
and it will fall
it will collapse
where it stood
balance remains
no bad nor good</center>
