The Good Life

I’m living the good life, as best I can:
I’m giving as much as taking, and more –
I’m opening every door of opportunity, taking
To the floor and dancing to the giddy swirl
Of opposites, of yin and yang, the flash
Of fang and claw, and the tranquil pond
With its unfurled frond of knowledge, reflected
In the unfathomed depths of wisdom’s eye
That ripples and trickles into a burbling stream
Of consciousness, that eddies and readies
The mind for clarity of thought, even while
Feelings froth in rapids and undercurrents,
Churning and yearning for the endless ocean,
Flowing unknowing towards a greater fate,
A larger identity, in sync with the moon
Of enlightenment, swaying to the rhythmic tides
Of love and fear, from forces near and far,
The star of destiny and the crashing waves,
Surfing the changes as each pattern rearranges
To reveal a new face, a fresh chase, a long race
To the beginning, beyond losing and winning,
At the heart of pain and joy – this is the art
Of living the good life, as best we can.