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?
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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..
Passion...unbridled 