Equilibrium
Why
is it without hate I cannot love?
Without sorrow, I cannot feel
joy.
Where there is no darkness, there is no light.
If there is
no war, there is no peace.
No pain and I can feel no pleasure.
Can
the positive not exist without the negative?
Where there is a
mother goose, there is father time.
For every action, there is a
reaction.
There is no sharpness without dullness.
Where there
is noise, there is silence.
Without faithlessness, there is no
faith.
There is no blissful sense of touch without burning
skin.
Without corruption, there is no pureness.
Sameness is
unity, and uniqueness is discord.
Where there is no putrid stench
of death, there is no sweet smell of life?
Why is it on the Eve of
my creation, I see destruction?
When I see the countless stars, I
see the void between.
Where there are no lies, there is no
truth.
Is it truly all yin and yang?
Even so, I crave both of
all this and want none of it.