Balancing Point. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Thro' our teens
It is the story of our spleen.
Beyond our mind
Body grows as a magic wand!

It is a shoot out,
We are nearly out.
We begin to feel a tremor,
It is all very tremendous.

We are thrown over board,
Mind runs after the world.
When the body tells the tale
Mind is within a gale.

After the teens
The body is in focus.
Mind picks up behind
And gets into a full wind.

Between the body and mind
There is a race in life throughout.
During our old age
The race is just the reverse!

One out grows the other
To bring about a disaster.
When body is under control
Mind is also within levels.

This is the art of penance,
The body falls into stillness.
Mind retains its tenor,
There is no more any deflection.

Wisdom is the final light,
It alone is the pleasing sight.
Mind and body in balance
Lend our life all the grace.