In the Balance of Being

I am thankful for what I have found
And a bit surprised that I did finally find it.
I walk a line in the middle, in circles
With corners and turns.
It is straight and winding, in sense.
The middle, above both sides.
Inbetween is only an ever rocking back and forth.
My view is objectively colored with
Reason driven by emotional whirlpools
And empathy, where pain
Is no trigger to darker times
But a chance of growth if we only
Open. Feel. Show.
When we only
Share. Trust. Know
without knowledge, willing
To suspend grounds on which we've based
Previous selves.
I believe, walk
In the Balance of Being
Where we don't feel another urge to create
A new version of us.
Only to refind the truthful First of what we were
Shed the fear to share the reflection
We have not dared to look at for so long.
To be again the flawed perfection and Love
As We Are.