Half of me is filled with bursting words and the other half of me is painfully shy.
I crave the company of others but also crave solitude.
I want to pour love and life into everything I see,
but also want silence, to sit with myself.
I want to live within the rush of primal intuitive decision yet also wish to sit and contemplate.
This is the messiness of life, We all carry multitudes.
We are complicated creatures, and ultimately the balance comes from this understanding.
Be flowing, flexible and soft.
Subtly powerful and open.
Wild and serene.
Able to accept all changes,
yet still be lead by the pull of steady tides.
This is balance.
This is enough.