If this world is
The stage,
I am the actor.
I see the world as
Only a ring,
A circus thing:
I am in the center.

I am in the
Balancing
Act of Life.
I perform;
Hope to return
To what,
Though normal,
Seems beyond me.

My Troupe:
Everything,
Everyone,
Everywhere.

I am audience to
The audience;
I perform
To performers.

I have toured
With the troupe
And done many
Shows through Time;
Many faces have I
Worn – through
Many eyes have
I seen and in
Many bodies
Have performed.

Each show through
Time thus done
Has left me with
The scars of my
Past:
The body
Now mine;
The mere haunting
Of past and
Unbalanced thoughts.
This body, and
Thoughts thus made,
I now must balance
In the balancing
Act of life.
I must show to my
Perpetual audience,
And prove,
I have balanced
My thoughts.

Then, in the balanced act
Of the final death,
My thoughts
Are all balanced,
All One
In Love.

No more
Shall I perform.
I shall have
Proven to
Myself
What I know:
That I am
Everyone,
Everything,
Everywhere;
For I am my audience;
To myself I perform.