Yin – Yang

Jun 2020

Scrutinize closely and you will see the achromatic colours in motion

Yang pushes at Yin, the reserved ones silently follow the cleared path ahead

Yin runs from Yang, the unlucky ones trail behind as broken bodies

Both eyes are blinded, only seeing the other colour

Unchecked, they begin to swirl

Yang charging, Yin fleeing

They spin so fast even a Taoist monk can no longer recognize them

And the blinding flashes, the flying sparks jar our eyes, pierce our soul

We cannot watch anymore

The bystanding monk stands to pull Yang back

As other spectators around the world stand too

To pull Yin - Yang into balance

So both can walk as equal in a place

Where black is the absence of colour in our prejudices

Where white is the inclusion of all hues