Yin and Yang

Push and pull, hot and cold, ebb and flow, to and fro, I’ve learned that opposites aren’t so much so, they’re much more alike than they let on. It’s an astonishing phenomenon. What would one be without its antithesis? What is guilt without innocence? What is the end without the genesis? Arrival without exodus? Alien without indigineous? Simple without rigorous? Mountain without precipice? Belief without incredulous? Incompetence without specialists? A foundation without an edifice? A labyrinth without Daedalus? Débutant without emeritus? Giving without ungenerous? In the quiet is found the resonance that teaches volumes. The muses in their ballrooms encourage us to dance. The stance and steps of which is in perfect pitch and harmony with the trance of standing still. How transient the thrill of comforts made to last forever. How ambient the chill of slumber made to never sever. If life and death are opposites and opposites attract; does that mean we have to lose our life before we get it back? If life’s a one way ticket that can only lead to death? Does death then offer up new life after our final breath? The relationship is so intricate it may as well all be the same. The balance is so delicate between all yin and yang. What is love then without hate? What is master without slave? What holds me captive to my innate desire to be seen as someone great? But also to expire soon and retire early to my grave? The moon and ocean push and pull my soul in separate ways. And agony becomes my peace. I find solace in the pain. Refrain from reaching out to me. Abstain from calling out my name. Tranquility will purge me of all hostility in my veins. Harmony will grant me the ability to remain open to the change and versatility of this realm. I will allow yin and yang to overwhelm me completely. I will allow yin and yang to compel me and complete me.