Rhythms of Life

There’s the rhythm of day and night

That my body wants to follow, but with all my might

I resist the urge to synchronize

I sleep at midnight, late in the morning I rise…

There’s the monthly rhythm of the ebb and flow

Of the lining of my womb, that I hate to follow

Tools I have readily available to manipulate

My body, a busy schedule I have to orchestrate

There’s the rhythm of the seasons but who cares

About seasonal food-everything is available everywhere

Throughout the year, to have to compromise

On my choices based on season appears unwise..

There’s the rhythm of years I choose to ignore

As much as I can, aging is a topic sore

Why should I not look younger than my years

When I can display a youthful veneer?

**

Caught in the web of a life that ignored day after day

All natural rhythms, I realized I had fallen prey

To headaches, gastric upset and other such afflictions

Euphemistically termed as stress-related conditions

Expensive treatments, new-fangled stress-busters

All were quite useless, finally motivation I mustered

To cultivate habits that were with natural rhythms aligned

Without exaggeration, I can tell you that my body and mind

Felt better in ways more than one

A life more balanced for me had begun..

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