Yin-Yang!
One black ball,
One white ball:
A perfect yin-yang
tacked neatly on our
black & white cat's
ass.
Yin:
woman
earth.
Yang:
man
sky.
Yin:
woman
moon.
Yang:
man
sun.
Yin:
cool
woman
water.
Yang:
burning
man
fire.
The swimming of two drops,
falling into each other's grasp;
the opposite waves that cancel out
leaving still water;
The annihilation when opposites
create new matter.
Made from the seeds of stars
and borne by gravity's well,
shielded by a thin veil of air
from the edge of everything,
doomed to disintegrate
into a billion germs,
yet we are nodes of the universe,
trying to figure itself out.
Not just transient ghosts
in morre patterns,
not just lost melodies
heard in a wild jazz:
Fugues of colour,
symphonies of scents,
cantatas of caresses,
operas of orgasm,
these in-between moments -
a sensual aria.
We live as though
there will be
epiphanies without end.
As seas pool beneath the moon,
as do energies concentrate in hearts.
As concentric ripples flow
as does joy resonate across quiesced minds.
Fire may dance madly and threaten to burn,
but well-handled it can evenly warm.
The sky returns to the earth,
the earth returns to the sun,
the rain returns to the sea,
the boy returns to his mother.
