my journey with myself
Some of older traditionsMay take literal your questions,They say from nothing’s deepest voidWas called all things by spirit’s word;Air, earth, fire, water,Ether, astral, chaos, order;Down from spirit’s uttered thought,Dense dimensions here were brought.Male and female, yin and yang,Balance caused the stars to hang.Balance never strayed too far,Hard to see though where you are:Planets, moons, kisses, dunes,The ups and downs of nursery tunes;All with tender balance kept,Like ease of sorrow when once you’ve slept.Tides and seasons, friends and reasons,Some support some do their treasons.Meaning comes in counterparts,Joy valued by broken hearts.When you find your balance dear,Your ether wherewith to compare,Then you’ll find that all is fair,The earth does need your wondrous air.
Touche! Nice to meet such a mind!!!!
Very nice zularthur
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