Day 2 Native American

He is still coming along, but I side-tracked to write some poetry. This is what I have.

A wavering balance,
of chakras in unity,
healing thoughts dedicated to oneness,
centered I am calm.

A drip from the sky hurts,
That pain picked up by others,
my affect, my soul, is mad.

I am not so frail,
That a random drop,
should jeopordize,
everything I have put in place.

Am I one with light,
does it seek me?
Or do I follow,
Out of order for years,
Trying to find my place.

I am not weak,
Charity I ask you for it not,
I give to those who need,
Is it me speaking?
Should it be you?

When it rains now it pours,
Into love it must become,
For me no,
To you I hope.