Without, within — from whence comes all the noise?
The inner world is sketchy, black and wide:
To draw it right, you must have equipoise.
The lines need only be as you decide:
No other voice can question, or deride —
So build the landscapes where you’d love to dwell,
And make a temple of your citadel.
Within, without — these words are much the same.
The pale and thin becomes the black and wide;
The waters murmur softly, “none to blame –”
But other whispers follow, amplified.
A loving heart is still the truest guide
To where you’d love to — want to — need to be,
The seeing soul’s lost sanctum by the sea.
So build the landscapes where you’d love to dwell,
Inspiring! thank you
You’re welcome and thank you!
A perfect combination!
Thank you, sir!
Equipoise.. what a beautiful word! I enjoyed reading this piece very much
Thank you! I love all the words that mean “balance”.