Balance is Love

I received several picture the other day about this artist in Colorado who balances rocks and stones in a mountain stream. I checked him out and Michael Grab is legit. Here is just one picture of his art, but his website is magnificent.

Years ago with another picture of a rock balanced in San Diego taken by my friend Sheila Ryan DeBold I wrote the following poem.

Note: No they are not held together with velcro or glue. These rocks are balanced one upon the other.

This activity, Grab says, balances the material world with the spiritual one.

On the one hand is the material nature that rocks symbolize, on the other, the perfect harmony and balance that comes from the spiritual world, as well as the connection to the natural world.

Balance

© 2001 Rolland G. Smith

Consider this, inquiring friend,

there’s no beginning and no end.

There’s only balance, out of time,

a mystic concept much sublime.

Exempt your mind from granite plight

that stays your thinking from the light,

then loose all structure from your mind

to keep your mystery undefined.

It is within our intellect

to understand and then reflect

that something holds us in a grace

to freely move from place to place.

It is a poise we cannot see

that compensates, in this theory,

for any movement anywhere

to keep the status wheresoe’er.

Not even thought can interfere,

disturbing place or atmosphere,

for there is something balancing

the butterfly who flaps its wing.

The winter snow and infant’s dream

are also part of life’s routine;

all need balance, to equalize

for drift and growth or blink of eyes.

Let us assume this Universe

is perfect balance and diverse

and in this form of symmetry

there comes a knowing certainty.

All atoms, quarks, and humankind

have orbits and are intertwined

to all the others’ frequency,

a masterpiece in artistry.

Again assume a paradigm,

omniscient, a mover prime,

that set in motion everything

and gave the tone of Aum to ring.

Now take the step of further thought,

what keeps this balance from onslaught

of random pandemonium

disturbing equilibrium?

There only is one answer to

this complicated spirit glue,

a cosmic field unified

by something simple, undenied.

It’s love.