Balanced

Reaching deep into the darkness


For the answers waiting there

Colors floating from Creation

Ribbons of clouds in the air

Amid heartbeats throbbing wildly

Bated breath and bitten tongue

Ancient lessons scaling mountains

This is not meant for the young

Though the wise as well take caution

For the treacherous slopes above

For a writhing snake of passion

Would be premature to call it love

So the sages’ steps go gingerly

Using inner sight alone

And the pretense of protection

Of the world’s a balanced stone.