The bipolar madness of the human mind

only exists in the realms of Creation.

The same for any kind of mis-ease or dis-ease.

The inner dimensions of Spirit

swirl and sing in the Heartland

loving unconditionally both

the shadows and the light of the mind.

The mind is the ragged playground

you chose before birth to experience and finally

learn not to choose sides,

to climb out of the belted seats

of highs and lows

to find the still fulcrum

within your heart

beating softly like a Newborn’s. 

Here you realize that all hearts are the same.

Here you are seen and heard and felt completely.

When the storms of life buffet you,

blow you off the GPS orbit

through the Sourcelands,

climb from your seat,

imbedded in Time

onto the Fulcrum, so still

in the eternal moment. 

The Great Mystery is you,

the observer

infusing the Stormland of Life,

with the ambrosia of Spirit.