“I have again found, Glorious balance. Giggling along the edge of a razor, A tightrope, Seeing below me, In equal measure, Light, And Dark. I smile, Teetering, Swaying, As the winds flow around me, As the River, Washes by me, Yet not, Washing me away. From time to time, A gust, A wave, Shall crash into me, And I, Shall stand fast, Determined, Keeping my balance, Between the physical, Emotional, Spiritual. Yin & Yang, Living, Daring, Basking, Free. I hear from below, The gasps, the cheers, Some wanting only to see my fall, Others, Enthralled, In my performance, My daring, My perfection, Of the Art, The exquisite Art, Of life.”