Coincidentia Oppositorum

I wish I knew just where to start

To speak my mind and hear my heart

To know what's true and what went wrong

To seek anew a healing song

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The world it led me to your door

A streak of luck and nothing more

Unfurled its wings with me astride

I stood awestruck before my bride

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So why does she turn me away

As if her night were not my day?

She says that we aren't meant to be

Where is her sight, why can't she see?

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That what is writ upon the page

Will come to pass here on this stage

The most that we could hope to change

Is that this ought not seem so strange

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We both have sought and thus are found

Now hand in hand let's stand our ground

Our fate thus wrought, our souls so bound

Await with baited breath, the sound

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The music of our love, the beat

Of hearts that are, through love, complete

This artistry is so replete

With grace with which we can't compete

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To part ways here would be bizarre

Is this of fear, or for the best?

Both avatars of bone and star

We are with breath made manifest

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Necessity or potency?

The seed crystal has taken root

Is this arete or just techne?

Let us distill the secret route:

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For the two and the one, they are one and the same

Like the moon and the sun share their light not their name

At first a line, and then a square, now round it out, we're nearly there

What's one is two, is freed by four; the moon is filled with gold I'm sure

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The Phoenix burns, the eagle soars

Effect, so meek, follows its cause

A synthesis awaits us now

This impetus belongs to Tao

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What halts the flow from down below?

That fount from which all things must spring

The light which set the stars aglow

The sight and sound of words which sing

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The song that life to us did bring

So lyrical, how did it go?

The poet's soul has taken wing

His melody, now an echo

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A mountaintop without a flame

A storm without its wind and rain

A form without a given name

A board without a chosen game

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All these are half and yet not whole

And thus cannot bespeak our goal

To turn to gold this leaden coal

To see anew this world of old

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And so see through the stories told

To grasp the Truth beyond the fold

The light of day begins to wane

Is this the way we know we're sane?

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When black and white are drawn apart

The whole is sought by each in vain

'Til we can imitate our art

Around the twist we'll go again