Hanging in the Balance

My spirit moves in a
constant state of
veil and light
straining towards the moment
of pause- rest-quiet
And, once achieved- the motion begins
newly birthed from the inertia

Breath and body moving
towards each extreme of being
one being agitated by the other
the urge towards balance

Ma'at's sillouette embracing
the shadow of moon
fulcrum of all things mastered
haze of blue fury
support and equilibrium
feather poised
tip delicately~ precariously balanced
harmony restored through the
anguish of chaos and uncertainty
and for this brief moment
illusion is suspended
in this body of
Light