Clouds roll by Like thoughts in my mind I watch them go by I validate them I let them go They do not serve me If held on to They weigh me down I sink to depths unseen I wallow in self-pity Oh, what a trip! What an ego trip it is To be identified…
Do you hear that? Those sounds so painful Yet joyful The merging of loss and gain The togetherness of pain and pleasure The simultaneous existence of love and hate Yin and Yang Never one without the other Never joy without sorrow Never light without dark It is a mutual existence A mutual understanding A synchronicity…