Await With Balance Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

It is not to find the elements that strike the heart
It is to await their calling so that when they do strike your shield will be intact
It is not to enforce love it is to let it enforce itself upon you so that you may understand It's strike
And if the elements have Come to you then you surely know
That when you lead them to demise so do you lead your flower to degradation and rotting
The elements are like plants, if you do not water them they will not live But the elements are not liken to plants in that they grow But that they live when nurtured
For the elements cannot grow for they are one in themselves just as they are taught
A seed does not grow
It lends roots to other seeds buried within the ground reaching to other seeds
They are a connection But also a misconception to those who misunderstand them
It is not water that will extinguish them nor does fire
It is the strife of ones own heart in all that it can put forth
Even if like me it's only a seed
That does not mean that my words haven't reached you or reached other species
It is not too much a quantity But just the right amount
Give too much water and your plant shall drown
Give too little and you have created a drought around your elements
Whatever you give is what shall be harvested But it is not as simplistic as it all sounds
For the sound of a violin is not as understandably easy as the complex fingers that make the strings make the sound that sounds simplistic
It is not engaging in hate when it wasn't called upon
It is hate when hate is given to be cancelled out
But what if everything I say were just a thorn pricking your fingers squeezing the blood over your own eyes so you can't see
So it is the same with the elements
If you blind the path of it's growth then the path to others has been blinded
The elements are in 8
Love, hate, sorrow, sadness, solitude, pain, anger and fear
Balance them like the river, lake and ocean blanches their composition
Follow your surroundings and befit them perfectly.
Are not your surroundings the shrouding of your own skillful abilities?
It is not forever that exists with these elements. It is us that exists forever that make them seem as though they are forever to remain
But expect Nothing more than a moment with love or hate or fear or pain or sorrow or sadness or happiness or serenity
Was not our birth and death just a moment of today yesterday tomorrow and the call of every single day the same and different
So strive where strife is due in the core of your flower so i lives But does not Flemish in growing and so it does not die But stays a plant balanced with a little bit of water and a little bit of fire.
For if you do you will have awaited an entire multitude of peace and balance
But what mass of you will ever head or understand any of which I write?