Yin & Yang

The contrasts between yin & yang are embedded in almost every culture. Good versus evil, light with dark dancing in a pool of their own existence, deep yet shallow. What if it goes so much deeper than our understanding of the two? What if yin is how we perceive this physical world that we mortally reside in, and yang is how we may come to understand it, or vice versa? This physical world is made of mental, spiritual, and emotional vibrations. All the vibration emulating our understanding of the events around us from a viewpoint that we may not even truly understand, just believing that we do to give ourselves assurance that what we have been taught is somewhat right and useful. The only true definition of right or wrong is the human heart. What may be right to you may be wrong to someone else or vice versa in this belief. Imagine in this lake of questions we see ourselves as clear as day and our answers are as simple as a child's wants but we choose the other side. A side that we only acknowledge to remove our own self-doubt. To learn a lesson that continues to be taught until we reach that true answer.

We dance with our own shadow and as the shadow dances with us and an ensemble plays in the background. The show must go on. We split from the dance and a figure takes our place as we sit and watch. We are then handed a stick (a pointer) of some kind to conduct the instruments. The violin starts the intro with an ambiance that deeply fills the area of the lake, slowly progressing to a melody plucked by strings where the treble is free to roam as it pleases. The mud in the middle is the drums constantly keeping a study beat. Only three elements, it's our time to shine but then we question our own position. We should be dancing, in the mix of it all playing in the orchestra. Why must I have the control? You must have the control or someone else may gain it and use it to their accord. So, we stay in a paralyzed panic, watching as the two shadows now dance in correspondence with their own rhythm as the music continues to create a trail for their feet to trace as they move mindlessly the bass and treble. It's been this way for all our lives sometimes.

Realizing that we are spiritual beings on a human journey not human beings on a spiritual journey. The world that we live in is nothing but an illusion created by men. We are just cogs in a big gear, like the mechanisms of a clock; we are similar this way. The hands that tell time are not father times. Who gave the name big and small hand? What would happen if they were in reverse but had no purpose? They would truly be free to spin amongst themselves as they planned before they became labeled by man. Complete freedom to live amongst each other in acceptance. Choosing each other as lovers in Rome captivated by the stars who allow that give us permission to stare at that and use them as examples for humans (maybe even other animals, who knows) to tell tales and dreams to their young. The ocean's calmness that allows fish to call it its home, an environment that is light with the moon as well as the sun. Running parallel and waving along with the vibrations.

Seeing the world as reality, everything is real; real as can be. Taking anything seriously as if our lives depend on the attention that we give it. Pretending that we are human with a realization of the spirits that float around us in shape form or fashion as they choose. Feeling the world as emotional beings, letting our vibrations we put out and take in as they should. Believing that we may control our own destiny, a fate that we have chosen yet still believing in a higher power. A way so epicurean that ancient Rome will agree in these teachings. Mentally thinking that we do not control our own fate in a stoic manner. That all destinies may be written in stone with a pen, not our own fingers.

We fall to realize that we are who we choose to be. We are nothing yet we are something. I am you, as you are I but we are not we. I think what you think that I think I am. We are yin & yang, coexistent yet far from it. Like children of the same mother but different father inhabiting the same house. We are gods amongst gods and mortals amongst mortals. Knowing the answers yet seeking the answers.