Anything too extreme...

Anything too extreme
becomes problematic.
When all we see
is the forest,
we overlook the trees;
And when all we see is
trees, we forget the
forest.

Anything too extreme

is problematic.
Amidst the silence,
we hear the absence
of sound,
and in sound,
we recognize the absence
of silence.
 

Anything too extreme

becomes problematic.
Running without pausing
becomes running after running
after running,
And pausing for too long,
It becomes hard
to move again.
Motion exists because of
stillness and stillness
because of motion.

Anything too extreme

becomes problematic.
Because one thing makes
little sense without another –
the dancer without a partner,
a question without an answer,
or an answer without a question.

And so it is with tango:

If we spend all our energy
focusing on Point A and Point B,
we miss the scenery along the way.
The end of one journey

becomes the beginning of another,

and the destination becomes
the starting point for the
next adventure.

There’s a reason why

the grass is always greener –
because if it wasn’t, we wouldn’t
know where we are.
Everything is relative
and everything is
related.
And we are here because
of each other.

We count sheep to get to

the morning
And we count hours
to get to the night.
Anything too extreme
is problematic.

Anything too extreme

becomes problematic.

Balance is the
never-ending quest,
and the goal we never
really want to reach.

Equilibrium, evenness – it’s

stale and static*
and very little happens
there.
It’s perfection
and dare we not move
as we might disturb it.
We don’t dare disturb perfection, and how dare we not?

So we spend our lives

bouncing between
extremes,
seeking the never-ending
adventure that comes
with an unattainable
goal.

Anything too extreme

becomes problematic.

 

Anything too extreme becomes problematic, and anything too “balanced” becomes stale.

 

* Inspired by Papuna Bersenadze