Terrible Balance

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We live

As nomads

Camped

At a fork in

Fractal paths

Of honor

And love

And death

And all paths

Forward

Are filled

With the

Pain and

The danger

The death

The pathos

That is

Already known

No matter

What we do

We must

Keep living

Choosing the

Path of Beauty

Regardless of

What happens

Mindfully

Creating each

Step as a

Footprint

Of caring

And compassion

To be

Possible

Balance

Against

The ugly

Even though

It is all

Ephemeral

As sand

Blown away

By the weather

Or helicopter’s

Spinning blades

Or that

Which is

Feared as

The fractal

Growth of

What I do

Not know

How to say

Or I am

Too much

Afraid

To say

For I fear

The terrible

Balance

Of Good

And Evil

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Bear . . . 07.13.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014

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