This asymmetrical life
reflects the mountain range in view
– crags and hollows,
rough cohesion bespeaking form,
a slow tenderizing where chunks erode
or crash unexpectedly.
No perfect cones,
unmanicured,
a profile wrought by nature’s hand
without imposed adherence to measurement
– vitality and presence,
a mountain from some perspectives,
a belly roll from Gaia supine.
And at the base, no mountain
– a land of river or hill,
or field with uncertain tendency to lift,
tilting.
The search for balance
requires new embracing,
beauty without symmetry,
deep resting in chaotic flow.