Sweet to the tongue;
Detrimental to the soul.
Everything that tries to kill me
Keeps me whole.

My standing goal
Is to satisfy my sanity.
Balance a blessing of sainthood
With the seduction of vanity.

Doing too much of a good thing
Will afflict my body;
Doing too much of a bad thing
Makes my consciousness sorry.

Magnetic poles pulling me in two directions,
Each side aches to satisfy my deepest questions.

I do not move but bring them closer to me,
And the duality crumbles in divine unity.

 

Edited by Meagan Hurd

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