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Yin, Yang

Man and Woman are One



It is a mistake to consider man and woman two separate beings. They are no more than two halves of a single form, two converse hemispheres that fit tightly together to make a perfect whole. They are heaven and earth encapsulated in flesh and blood.

It is only that on its way to enter this world, this sphere was shattered apart. What was once the infinity of a perfect globe became two finite surfaces. What was once a duet of sublime harmony became two bizarre solos of unfinished motions, of unresolved discord.

So much so, that each one hears in itself only half a melody, and so too it hears in the other. Each sees the other and says, "That is broken." Feigning wholeness, the two halves wander aimlessly in space alone.

Until each fragment allows itself to surrender, to admit that it too is broken. Only then can it search for the warmth it is missing. For the depth of its own self that was ripped away. For the harmony that will make sense of its song.

And in perfect union, two finite beings find in one another infinite beauty.


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Milonare said…
Is this origi? Cause if it is, dude you got talent...

All this ying and yang is not necessarily applicable always in my opinion. Black and white doesnt always cut it in a world of grey.

What you describe illustrates a situation where soulmates meet. But when people try to force - chaos...
Cosmic Leap said…
True that Milionare, I did not see any credits- Yoda is this yours- it works!

Broken is what we are, together is what is whole.

They the The Da Vinci Code illustrated the Yin Yang Theory very well, among other things - Watch out for the movie.
Nicholas Ochiel said…
Wambzz, CosmicLeap I haven't read DaVinci (at least not all of it). I'll hack through it and see if I can find what you saw.


Milonare, neither the photo nor the quote are original. I wish I could say they were. If you click on the picture it'll take you to the genius behind that.


I really can't take credit for that text. I'm too dumb for that one..lol... the photographer is the one who wrote it.
kipepeo said…
i wish it was that easy...as milo says, we live in a world of grey. not just one grey but varying shades of grey
Anonymous said…
I did not allow you to post my photos!
Sorry!

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