When – during the course of your day –
do you feel that all things are equal:
the struggles and the achievements,
the losses and the wins?
When you are reaching out in opposing directions
with equal desire –
what are you reaching toward?
And how do you keep yourself together?
When you rest with your chest,
and your forehead against the earth,
what secret frustrations do you let go of?
How do you let go?
When you gather yourself again –
when you contract your energy
where does it go?
Does it have a color?
Does it have a music?