If I can't be God
I'll be the devil

From one extreme
to the other
nothing in balance
like the seesaw
rarely resting
at the center

Lying on its side
waiting to take me
on yet another ride
what or who will be
the counter weight?

One step forward
two steps back...
Am I really going backward?
Or should I turn around
facing what I fear

This fragility
of my human experience
pushed out of balance
like a top

High bliss
leads me to a lack
of enjoyment
of reality

I'm seeking the same high
that I get when teaching
yoga and meditation
sharing and dancing

Every morning
met by the dry
reflection of my screen
can this give me bliss,
or make me a devil?

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