Balance
I go to the city to gain the knowledge and grab the tools.
I deepen my practice and learn the rules.  
In the city is where the people are. 
Where the jobs are, 
Where the opportunity abounds, 
they say. 
 
I have always lived in cities. 
The cities have taught me much. 
Like: how to slither through crowds like a snake on the hunt. 
How to become smaller than my physical shape suggests. 
How to isolate. 
How to contract and be hard and inflexible like a rock. 
 
I love cities, but I no longer associate with them. 
I no longer take my identity from the city, I am one with each. 
I love the city. 
 
I love nature. 
I love the country. 
I love the grass, the tree, the desert sand. 
The cactus and stars - endlessly stretching out their milky-way’d hands: 
“I hold you, I hold you” and they prove it.
I kiss the ground and thank god for this wonderland. 
For which we vow to endlessly traipse; 
Walking, hands open, heart forward holding space. 
My head spins but I am clear on what to do. 
I know myself, so I know you. 
We are one, can’t you see -
When we grasp this - 
We are free. 
 
Breathing in the Universe is a state of being.