Between Rage and Serenity

14th February 2019

Between rage and serenity, between anguish and hope
Between torment and peace, between hatred and love,
between disgust and admiration, between tears and laughter
A balance exists, a balance of perfection.
Between the pangs of emotions we hold onto,
Between trials and tribulations, we go through.

When you can see pain, but not feel your wound,
When you see a memory, not the stain of blood,
When you can remember people, not the hurt caused,
When you can draw out inspiration,
Not get sucked into miserable oblivion,
The source of true learning, the source is balance.

Between the poles that hold the world we live in,
Between hailstorms and hurricanes,
Between the spine-chilling winds of winter,
Or arid gusts that soak your spirit in summer,
Life thrives right in the middle,
When extremes remain yet distant, in balance.

The point where artists dwell, but not delve,
The confluence of writhing pain and exuberance,
A state of being in the present, wise from the past,
A state of completion, with a rear-view mirror
The source of creative energy, when passion subsides,
A fountain of eternal wisdom, when longing remains.

Between rage and serenity, between anguish and hope
Between failure and perfection, Between agony and bliss
Between two ends of life’s spectrum, exists this balance,
A balance we seek, willingly or spontaneously
Where memories become a wise reflection,
Where pain and pleasure remain in harmony.

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