Balanced Chaos

Rigor and wonder.
Hustle and flow.
Which one?
How much?

I run.
For what?
To where?

I rest.
How long?

I live in the not knowing.

Chaos is balanced
When I find my place
In that space…between.

Moments pass
Circumstances change
I dial it up
Then adjust again.

I put things out.
I take things in.
Full then empty
Then full again.

No words to explain
Just the feeling
And the voice that hangs
In the balance.

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