The scale's axis;
the core, the heart,
the gift of humanness;
on the lean days, in the off-season--
weathering those potholes in the road,
the waves that rock each and every boat.
We must carry on--
and not let such things overtake us.
We must load our guns and aim
for the target's center--and fire!
We must seize that chance
in the face of fear;
We must be strong while in despair;
Adhere to some rules and break others;
Explore the liminal and struggle;
Transcend the discomfort; unearth the pain.
Make peace with who I am vs.
who I want to be vs. who am I?
Forgiveness! We must persist!--
and know alone-ness.
And think of others, newly
and honor those before us;
And, doing so, recall the ones
that got away:
The one who still breaks free
from the tenuous history;
and furthers endurance, survival
of one's own tribe--in the truest sense.
And know tragedy
and our sacred idiosyncrasy.
The true definition of progress: Being.
Tomorrow, another shot at consciousness.
Open to the inevitable next lesson--
A leap! of presence, humility, wisdom--
We must persist!