Equanimity looks like the invisible middle of a cross

I cant bring it into understanding how some of us on the earth can live in opposite timeline to the rest, how i am witnessing the death of summer from the "underneath" parts of the globe, while most are witnessing its birth. But on an equinox for once we are all experiencing the same equality of day and night, the purer blue light of march must achieve the same clean feeling whichever hemisphere it is painting.

At the same time, there is no difference to me now whether I say what i want to say or keep it within. I cant bring it to understanding that i do this for myself, that it makes little difference to the other if i do or don't,

Only that to think and to write what i think shapes the entire world content as a wave on a seacliff. I cant bring the extremities of winter and summer, of not doing and doing, together by standing still, in two eyes i can only see two kinds of a view. Only in faith is it that these polarities do happen at once.