When one wishes to push,
the other wants to pull.
When one wants to be in,
the other wishes to be outside.
In the middle where there should be harmony,
there is only emptiness.
Or maybe what we mistake for the void,
is actually the key to enlightenment.
For where can dust land,
when there is nothing for it to cling to?
Direction loses all meaning in
such a vast expanse.
In the end is that not the ultimate harmony?
















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