Striving : An Ode To Bliss

Awakening almost, my mind's bolts and gears, motionless

Perhaps just for an instant, peace and quiet-

This morning I idle by the window

the rising sun shining on my face

I close my eyes; my thoughts, blank, at peace,

tranquility!

Yet I am mere moments before work

another day of busy self-actualization

of creative endeavors, of proper behavior-

The almost (dare I say) naive part of me whispering;

''Bliss comes not from power, but from a careful balance,

between the inner, ideal self and the outer, factual self...''

Much akin to a dance, a compromise, an intricate

weaving of the mind and the world

the higher ideal and the outer actual,

coalescing, striving;

Becoming who one truly is, who one wishes to be,

bliss at last-