tao
g. sam

It does exist, that core defining center
A pure reward for those who match the scales
And realize, with pride but without balance
A “master’s” expert wisdom also fails.

For Harmony knows only that which tends it
Shall earn the gentle harvest she bestows
While all else blindly planted in Her garden
Yields conflict and confusion as it grows.

So why endure the bristles of discomfort
When peace is there for seekers to embrace?
Abandon patterns shown to be lopsided
In favor of a balanced state of grace.