A chance to balance
this and that,
that’s got
too much
on just one side
to weigh.

It might mean work,
it might mean play,
it might mean,
that for you
well to adjust,
take time you must,
to reflect well,
get serious,

and don’t forget
to let it out,
whatever it is–

till you can laugh
with a light heart,

and, at last,
do pause,

and make a fresh,
new kind of start,
where you feel good
from deep toe tips
to head hair tops
just under hood,

through every single body cell,
peace penetrated all the way.

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