The Balance
~
when the wheat
is sorted to chaff
and the grain
is drafted for bread
then life
again shows its nature
its necessary contrast
of yin and yang
as the grain cannot exist
without the chaff
neither can good
manifest without the bad
neither can light
manifest without the dark
this is the weight
this is the depth
this is the mystery
this is the meaning
this is the balance
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rob kistner © 2020
The Vast
~
standing at the edge
feeling far below
the great tides
the ebb and flow
the rise and fall
the vast undulation
sparkled golden
glinting in sunlight
like the windblown sway
of tasseled wheat
burnished aureate
rolling ripe for harvest
this is the come and go
of centuries
wave by wave
day by day
might incarnate
the power of indifference
the surge of perfect apathy
and I
insignificant
as a grain of wheat
in an unfurling field
stretching to the horizon
insignificant
as the grain of beach sand
bounced and tumbled
below me here
dragged helpless
in the relentless undertow
a froth-topped crest
translucent aqua
rises up in beckon
a silk of azure
slides smoothly
down its sloping back
as it dances
on the cerulean deep
how easily
I could slip in
slide seamlessly
into that fathomed realm
down down ever down
into the bottom black
into the waiting silence
without so much
a noticed sound
absorbed
into the churn and roar
without so much
a ripple
to disturb the steady surf
a subtle crease
irrelevant
erased
even as it came
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2020