tranquility is found in the presence of the falls.
cascading down the ridges of the rocks,
strong like sandpaper.
jagged edges becoming smooth.
the loud sound of emptiness.
white.
a burning silence.
a burning silence.
yet, would any of it be known,
without knowledge of chaos?
what is love without lonely?
light without dark.
water without thirst.
the beautiful without the unsightly.
can it ever be said that the yin and yang should not be one?
then why hate the hurt,
hate the ugly,
hate the sorrow?
without these, the joys of life would remain unknown.
peace + love