Perfect Balance

It is like balancing on the edge of a razor.

To exist in a state of equilibrium, where there is no push or pull.

To always be on the crest of the present moment from one second, to the next and beyond.

It is to be still.

So still that mere thought eliminates it.

To act yet not to act.

Moving stillness.

Motionless movement.

Effortless effort.

There is no I, only being.

It is, perfect balance.

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I think we have all at one point witnessed amazing feats of physical balance by skilled individuals. Perhaps we ourselves have displayed such ability from time to time.
If then the act of physical balance is the effort to overcome gravity though the constant observance and adaptation of one’s body in relation to space, then what is balance of the mind?