The Middle Path

Like the perpetual sadness
that belie our widest smile,
there is an ever-flowing anger
that lust to burn life
even while weeping for
all motherless children.

Like the everlasting love
of crucified sons
towards all mankind,
there is this abyssal
hatred towards man
and all his kin.

Like the humility in front
of a sick old woman,
there is an unfathomable
height of hauteur
that makes us spit
at all wrinkled faces.

Between body and soul,
with a shared mind,
we are The Middle Path
chosen by some god
suffering from too much goodness
or by some demon
suffering from too much evil.