Your heart is ever roaming
And mine is never home
Yin and yang
But I rule upon where you’re going
And you judge me where I’m from.
You see all people as one
And I see each completes the whole
Yin and yang
But you sneer at my divine
And I told you that you’re cold.
Yin and yang and boomerang
Kindred heart drift apart.
– Mahibadhoo, Maldives
I guess opposites do attract.
But sticking is a different matter.
I learned this most poignantly in a year of choices and a pace just out of step – like for two dancers hearing the same song but at a slightly different beat.
Yin and Yang.
A familiar symbol, one chasing the tail of the other in a perfect, eternal circle.
But it makes perfect sense only after they fit together – whole and coding the whole worlds. Do you never wonder what it took for the opposites to fuse?
Perhaps tempered as in a forge. Likely much patience, curiosity? Creativity-not-giving-up. Vision, perhaps. Or a yearning, desire. Time – but not idle time.
Not quick and easy.
And not for those who have yet to own who they are – and no longer seek it from the mirror of another.
So that’s why – that’s why – most people go for sameness. For peas-in-a-pod.
And what will I do, what will I do, contrary-do? Why do I have the feeling that, I will go the hard labour route?
If that’s so, then I might as well pay attention and catch the next one in better stride. Perhaps win the impossible love story.
Besides, it’s not healthy to be unprepared when a boomerang is heading for you.