The yin and yang start out so clearly defined 

But is it the motion created within by their own polar design 

That they become so cleverly entwined 

That we cannot discern?

The very thing we say we hate,

By the time we take to point it out,

We’re actually pointing now at something we claim to love.

But why make claims?

Maybe it is our petty distinctions

That leave us deaf and dumb and blind

To the vitality that exists 

In the midst of opposites.

-jenn