serenity suffers
standing on scales
of off-centeredness
leans to the drag
of a lopsided life
out of plumb
lost of level
deprived equanimity
too much of this
leaves too little of that
without balance
no temper can
modulate tones of
emotional swings
without tug from
dependable keels
every journey
tempts hazard to list
without equipoise
character never stands
upright and virtue
cannot offset vice
cannot neutralize
random embrace
of an ethical drift
overloaded by heft
of an unstable culture
caught up in the speed
of the sweep of some
popular thrill or another
its flywheel stopped
dead in the heart
The whole of creation is on the quest of a balance.
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an elemental tenet of eastern religions
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Most Welcome!!
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Staggeringly fine take on everything
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cheers, mike
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Ah yes: the old tale of two dogs within – one white, one black – which one we feed will be our master . . . Very good poem!
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perhaps why they invented the coin flip
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Reminds me of the phrase I often use in describing my personality–“too much this, not enough that”.
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ha ha – we are all a bit “unbalanced”
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Great write! “virtue cannot offset vice” true indeed
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it’s one man’s opinion, at any rate
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