Yin Yanging Away

The sun kissed the night away with the gentle brush of morning’s breath. Mothers loved through the fear of what ifs as their children stepped into their lives. The quiet spoke to the seekers that listened. The noise silenced the questions for those that hated to hear. Conquering the pain of growth pleased me again as light moved to dark and dark enlighten. I slowed down to realize how fast I traveled and thought the short trip took much longer than it did. I reached for my son who sat across the table from me and touched my father who died almost three decades ago. In class today, I learned about teaching and taught about learning. In being touched, I was healed more and in touching, I was healed even more than that. I closed my eyes to see better. Each day I touch the Feminine in me makes me a better male. The less I understand the more I know as truth. The more I give, the more I have. The less things are about me, the more complete my joy. The louder they spoke, the less they were heard. My yesterdays were honored today and tomorrow arrived all the better. I used all I was to be all I am and I am more than I was because I did. Someone asked why I was so joyous and I answered the question with a question of if why really matter. Pausing to analyze joy freeze frames the roller coaster for the riders so those in line can decide if they want to ride. Someone reached to me because they were strong enough to admit they were feeling weak.

Yin Yang is life. The ultimate balancing act. The taste of being in balance and the quest to return to balance when we move from it. Everyone lives Yin-Yang…even those that don’t understand it. They live it each they then reach for food when they are hungry and drink when they are thirsty. Sleep calls when we are tired and we move for comfort when pain pays a visit. Our existence is about balance. Our planetary struggle is about balance. Each of us is part of the whole. When we take more than we need, we are the cancer of imbalance that eats away at the ecosystem that is this realm. Balance is essential for life. Balance is the state of continued motion. Out of balance is the call for change. Out of balance too long and things die. Yin Yang is the natural state of balance in all things…and is a state we taste and then hunger for when we move from it.

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate

A time of war, a time of peace

A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time for love, a time for hate

A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

(Adapted by the Book Of Ecclesiastes, music by Pete Seeger, taken to the top of the pop charts by The Byrds.)