FULCRUM

Often I sit in retrospection,

recollection and future introspection—

I view it like a seesaw,

and I’m the fulcrum.

That’s what I call in-between.

Currently I’m neutral in the present,

suspended between the physical

and the unseen.

I’ve made concessions

for those I hold tender,

because the lure of joy

on someone’s face,

joy at my discretion’s mercy,

is absolutely virtuous—

though it often gets between

the noun they wanted

and my purpose.

Such an arduous task,

reconciling the physical and unseen.

Every bone in my being

trapped in this bio suit,

in this four-dimensional valley—

space, the mental, ethereal planes.

In-between.

How different it is

to act on the physical

or the unseen.

It took long for me to understand

that my past, my future

is the culmination of present moments

in-between,

the decision factor I choose:

physical or unseen.

As I sit in reflection

of my life and all things detested,

seeking respite,

it wasn’t rest I needed—

it was for the unseen

not to be neglected,

to move forward spiritually protected,

moving in-between

good, bad, ugly, or indifferent.

Even in friendships,

commonality is the bonding agent

between two people—

intangible and rarely seen,

expressed in the physical

when interconnectivity is keen.

Not seen but felt.

Oh, I love the physical too much!

But the unseen is cognizant

of things I don’t know,

karmic debts I owe.

Splitting without breaking—

like cracks of concrete

with blades of grass

growing in-between the seam,

strong because of roots below

the physical manifestation.

Once again,

I quantify the power of the unseen.