THE BALANCE

I listen to the waves rushing ashore; the ebb and flow
The rhythmic beating of life’s measured cadence
Keeping pace with what must come and what must go
Illuvial grounds preparing for a blessed nascence

I watch as the sun arrives; lifting its light from the east
We know nothing of our treasured reliance
Reaping her nourishment, each day a new feast
Yet taken for granted 'neath this unspoken alliance

The wind blowing in from the north a harsh and stinging cold
The solstice has lost its once grand appearance
Long past its due, the season has now grown old
Bidding the Equinox to come without interference

Strongest are the many blessings now spoken from its mouth
Hymns sung aloft now rain down its affluence
Spring's warm soft breezes arrive from the south
Giving praise to the passing season at its confluence

The seasons have never forgotten their appointed course
Each pushes past all unforeseen resistance
We endure the change without any remorse
Knowing it still remains true with it flawless persistence

The new moon prepares to wax full and then begins to wane
Pulling the tides high within her resplendence
She assures that she will return once again
It is the symmetry of her splendor in transcendence

Opposites push and pull to gain their own definition
Yet held fast within this divine ordinance
Redundancy - the bane of men's supposition
All grace lies within pre-destined accordance

The courses, cyclic in nature, rearrange; re-composed
Remains the same when bartering allowance
Abundance is equality; juxtaposed
On the head of a pin - a delicate balance.



M TERESA CLAYTON

Written for part of my presentation
as the only non-visual artist 
invited to speak at the 

Dreams and Divinities 
Mysticism in Art Show
in San Cristobal, Mexico

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