The extremes!

The extremes! Good and the bad. It all gets balanced - every act.
After insane activity, follows hollowed passivity. The stability part also falls somewhere in the middle of many waves around a calm core.
Let the light get filtered from the window of ancient rocks. It will give you wisdom of time. It will make you a rock.
Do remember to melt into finer element - the one which is sold upon those glass rags of the multiplexes. Or else be the light. Yes let it rip open your every pore. Dance with the trinkets rounds your anklets. Let them ring to the music of your heart.
Becoming rain drops right outside that window us also an alternative. But you gotta wait for the right moment. That falls occasionally. Oh but imagine the weightlessness, the peace of a free flow. Of letting yourself be whatever comes your way. Changing forms, changing shapes, flowing so.
Or else, be invisible. Be the void. Simply die. Stay alive. Aah! The extremes. They all get balanced.
Laugh and cry.