Equilibrium
I glanced at my hand, Wrinkled, skeletal Turned it over, Skeletal, wrinkled... Peripheral, off-focus. I am neither the body nor the mind. Within me, the body apparently ages Within me, the mind apparently deteriorates I am neither, I am beyond Neither disturbs me I am beyond the I am Drop all, and there you are... Do not fall into the trap of the middle way Nor radical cul-de-sacs Neither this nor that Beyond all words... Perfect equilibrium to David Bingham