Best Balancing Poems
This sitting takes me to an attic of raw light
bestowing foams of quiet glow for travelers
unyielding to a precise compass
of direction, a spaceless space
nourished as it were, losing the self
to Bodhi-like clouds
and nomadic lotus spreads.
I release this soul
buried in the kundalini to a congregation
of ambient tunes saying nothing,
taking flight unto a hymn of
unknown obedience moved by elemental
balance: no more weight or cities divided,
united by forms of one, one core.
My malleable flesh dissolves into tiny
breaths; it comes and leaves with
floating grace ascending the next chi ,
as I go deep, deeper… high, higher
centering second, fourth, seventh chakra
until this my body- mind- spirit marries
in a ceremony of calm traversing zones
unnamed by time, one with all senses,
bliss or regrets… the airiness of journeying
through this unshaped season fed by something
unbidden in my life so blessed.
I step outside my body, somewhere…
without a trace that realms chop my head,
searching for a mantra of stars… stillness fed.
* chi – life energy
* kundalini--a force which ordinarily
rests at the base of the spine.
*chakras-major centers of spiritual power
Roy Jerden’s Religious Poetry: Non-Christian
Buddhism
10/18/2014
what forms shapes of thought
that understanding exists
between opposites
contradictories
languages and their meanings
negated and cleared
that understanding
exists between opposite
forms and shapes of thought
stan sand
Life is filled with many ups and downs
The trick is to balance the smiles and frowns
It's certainly not easy
It can make you queasy
Perseverance is a must to avoid being drowned
© Jack Ellison 2015
which road will you Choose
there is only Three
each day all three Paths will confront you
i Caution you to ponder each course
Good Self Evil
They will Beckon your Hearts Desire
your Soul intuitively perceives each outcome
Yet
You are Master of Your Own Destiny
Love Oblivion Darkness
Beware of Your Own Charm
Mindfully Balanced
T R U T H
Bills to Pay Friday is payday
Homework to do Finally, I’m through
Dishes to wash Hubby likes to josh
Winter blues Summer muse
Apathy’s Restlessness Enthusiasm’s breathlessness
Night storms Morning sun warms
Marital disagreements Nuptial reverence
Expensive mortgage Scenic home privilege
Worries and anxieties God’s reliability
------------------------------ Hope, Faith and Love ---------------------------------
Everything sent
From above
Written on August 4th, 2014
For the Teeter Totter Poem--Balance the Load - Poetry Contest
with him im walking a tightrope
i still need a safety net
White socks in this pile. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Black ones over here.
I’ll hand wash my negligee;
It is much too sheer. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lots of colored work clothes
going over here.
Light towels here; dark ones there . . . . . . . . . with the ugly dishrags
But in this pile; all underwear!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . One red t-shirt; two in blue
Now I’m almost through.
Bed sheets here. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . My dark slacks here.
I think the piles are done.
In the washer; then the drier!
To make a load feel lighter, I try to make it fun.
Written 8/12/14 for the Teeter Totter Poem--Balance the Load Poetry Contest
My kids like myself were instructed on how to wash clothes as soon as they were tall enough to reach into the basin without falling in. Parenting 101 calls this the see-saw or teeter-totter effect, whereby toddlers balance themselves on their bellys, feet dangling acrobatically off the washer machine lip scooping damp clothes onto the floor in order to place the articles in a dryer. Many arguments have been made on whether this helps or hinders a child.
I've watched my kids cry and tell on me to their momma. "Daddy won't let me eat or play or whatever (I told them to do) until I clean my room."
I gotta tell you, it's joy unspeakable! Almost to the point of tears falling on the pavement and forming a puddle kinda joy to know I prepared my kids to the best of my ability to overcome struggle and adversity.
I don't know if it's fair to say, but parents back in the day echoed a "don't depend on me, when you can do it yourself type attitude." I think in some ways nurture went to the wayside and that switch made it to our backside. In our attempt to add hugs and kisses while turning down the discipline, we created kids who are accustomed to having it their way. It's a balancing act. Parents try and find that balance, oftentimes, falling well short of the washer machine lip, praying God will clean up our act.
The joy I have is because her light bill is due but is making it work by candlelight. He's struggling to correct his adolescent mistakes. Hustling like a Martin Luther King speech, everyday puttin in work till his dream is lived in. The youngest is taking night classes in order to graduate on time.
Glory be to God. Message has been received. Don't depend on me, when you can do for you.
For times they fell into the washer machine and scuffed their foreheads, I'm genuinely sorry for that, but parenting is a balancing act.
Love is helping even after you're depleted and right when your about to fall in from grabbing a heavy load, they step in and say "Dad, we got this."
Hallelujah with a double amen!
The Balancing Act
It is as though I am constantly in a balancing act
I envy those that seemingly do not go through
This process of weighing things in my mind
Those like poker players that can go “all in”
Shove their chips into the middle of the table
As if there wasn’t even a fore thought involved
No, my mind has to go through “the process”
Is this a good decision or bad
What will be the consequences
Why am I doing this
What are the odds of something bad happening
How will the results affect my life
I look at the homeless who wander my streets
Judgment floods my mind
But is there jealousy at the heart of it
Is theirs a conscious choice
To have no bosses, no one to account to
Are they free from the balancing act
What of the daredevils that navigate Niagara falls
Who leap to peril, do they juggle their decision
Or is there absolute clarity of the mind
Pros and cons
Ins and outs
Good or bad
Happy or sad
Mad or glad
The balancing act
Andreas Simic©
Love and hate
are not so far apart,
different sides of the
same coin – a wrong flip
can turn most anyone.
I have known some
that seem to have spent
an entire life on the edges
swaying back and forth...
never committing to anything
for long
more inclined toward
balancing,
thinking that they
can fool God while making
peace with the devil.
Rising up in the morning saying to me “I love you.”
Going in and fixing her coffee, saying her prayers too.
She sits and smiles just for me.
Her quiet time is now waking to the news of the day on TV.
After a while about 45 minutes or so, she begins her day.
Asking if I want breakfast loving in her actions in every way.
She pitters and cleans after the meal.
Never ever complaining, oh’ the loves she makes me feel.
Cleaning the home, cleaning others, as she is a home care provider.
Her career she loves, aiding the elderly and the infirm in our small desert area.
Loving caring for others she has the light of love for others in her eyes.
How she balances home and her job is amazing never saying she’s tired, it truly mystifies.
The lady has God given strength, is faithful to me and the Lord all the day through.
Out of love for others God gives her a light in her eyes all for others and me too.
Hopefully my brethren you have the love that I have in your life.
I surely have my blessings and have mine, my best friend, my love and my spiritual wife.
I never have enough apples.
Apple pie, which I will only eat
alamode.
Apples, to keep the dentist at bay;
apples, to keep a nagging teacher away.
Apples, cored and filled with peanut butter
and raisins,
finds balance somewhere between a raindrop
and the symmetry of snowflakes,
where balance cannot be found.
Like old age and youth
the man in the mirror always wins.
No matter how long it takes
to see him, he's always there.
Old ladies lose muscular tone
and daily search to balance sag and arrest,
another dirty smudge where balance
cannot be found.
I take pride in the old woman's knobby fingers,
I 've earned every lump you see.
It brings me joy to look at them...
I have my grandmother's hands..
and that balances everything.
Balanced systems normally calibrate
through double-negative dipolar feedback loops,
in which a change in one cause
incites an oppositional change in another effect,
so they balance each other out over reiterative adjusting time.
Hungry systems eat.
Devouring systems become satiated systems, potentially,
or at least less hungry systems.
Time-to-stop feedback,
time-to-start feedback,
are two nondual dipolar faces of reciprocity,
a hypostatic union of internal causal subsystem
and responsively effected/affected/effective environmental subsystem
co-creating mutual sustainability climates
and landscapes,
mutually echoing
dipolar co-arising
ecosystems,
discerning reiterative delineations
between 0-sum optimizing WinWin outcomes
and 0-sum suboptimizing WinLose competitions,
heading toward runaway LoseLose.
Double negative feedback loops
are also positive/negative mutual sufficiency feedback loops
accessible to double-bound listeners,
also responsive co-empathic,
polypathic loops feeding and starving back
to strengthen WinWin self-as-part-of-other ecosystemic disciplines,
building resistance to runaway viruses
taking too monoculturally much
through WinLose competitively suboptimizing acclimations
not yet fully resolved WinWin potentiated.
Ego survivalist rampage
is the monolithic megalopolis monster
recreated in reverse of creation stories,
in which antiheroes encourage us to recoil
from greedy hoarding feedback loops within.
Like looking in the mirror
expecting to find a positive healthy democrat,
and finding a too-fat plutocrat
still hungry for yet more
instead.
To Shaman Aboriginals
"Dreamtime" was the virginity
Of the earth
Before the dirt
Was soiled by humanity
Using crystals or their bare feet
They harness the earth's energy
To channel the grid
Over which we live
To balance and restore harmony
(Austrialian Aboriginals)
Received 11th place in "The Shaman's Way" contest
Received 12th place in "5th poem on the soup" contest
If the days were a predictable symmetry
Perhaps then we could begin to assess
The delicate poise linking love and splendor
The laborious days to evening’s pleasures
The iron of resolve and tendrils of desire
Youth’s fiery spirit to the wisdom of years
Love’s bitter blossom to hatreds tranquil rains
Life in the essence of balancing
Within the subtle melodies of dissension
The day of innocent love flourishing
Consuming the acrimony of the forlorn soul
The triumphant of light over the darkness
In these walls we are perpetually ensnared
Striving to stand upon these shifting grounds
Upon these chained pans we stand opposing
Balancing within our utter rapt allure
Shifting and balancing against one another
Here in this place where you and I
Are one.