Balance

Intuition has a forceful voice It speaks aloud, though makes no noise No fear, no anger, not hot nor cold A spiritual encounter within the soul. Instinct walks a different plain An experience related, alert refrain Fear or joy might mark its course Sharp hidden probes might give it force. The mental is the strongest link It controls and rules the way we think Thought tries to oust out all the rest It attempts to enforce, what it thinks best. Emotion’s the spontaneous part No grid, no goals, no weather charts If in need to cry, to laugh, or scold It frees itself from the mental mould. The physical is oft the one deprived For the mental takes it for a ride Don’t drink nor eat, no time to sleep, All bodily needs are trite and weak. Life could be a kinder friend If we’d but listen, and not pretend. For our pieces should all synchronize One can’t undermine, the other’s size.