There is a balance

When nothing exists but one,
When the silence penetrates the darkness
And when stillness stands still,
There is a balance.

When words understand themselves,
When airs surge omniscient,
When the roads walk with intent,
There is a balance.

When the mind knows,
When the senses feel,
When the blood flows, palpable,
There is a balance.

When you can perceive,
When you can see beyond that,
When you can understand all that,
There is a balance.

When the balance weighs itself,
When the forces purely exist,
When the time merely ticks,
There is a balance.

But all that stays is that which exists.
I can listen. I can feel.
I can touch. I can smell.
I exist, because I  think.

The Light Shines The Brightest