Acrobat

Walking between personality and Self.

That rope I’m on is as thin as a thread.

There’s a third “me”, somewhere aside

watching me from the outside.

— I know they’re all one;

just for earthly handling, they’re

seen as divided parts — .

The movements have to be delicate;

not fearful, just “awarenessly” made,

to know, to feel, to understand

what happens in, how the thoughts expand.

How the inner comes out.

Am I sometimes too loud?

What is my “why”?

What do I see with my third eye?

“Here’s the illusion,

here’s the real.

Take responsibility,

choose where to live”.

Declaring my position

within the non-stop re-composition.

Am I lying in front of the mirror?

Have I become my inner hero?

I know how to handle my ego.

My Self can manage this amigo.

As I act, observe and learn,

everything I lose, everything I earn.

Hands can be down or wide open,

legs can be straight or not, as I’m walking.

My balance isn’t about the body;

it comes from what I’m “downloading”.

This subtle acrobatic harmony

has from above great company.

No one can push me off the thread.

My earthly mind is the only possible threat.

There is no other real safety,

except for soul’s eternal melody.

So, I know what to do and how;

I’ll keep on trusting IT in every “now”.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives