The whitest paint must have some dark
For it to leave the brightest mark.
Though seeming counter to sane thought,
A drop of black is closely sought.
I've seen the proof, I know it's true.
It's more than just a point of view.
But let that lie there as it may,
For I've much more I have to say.
Behind each happy, glowing face,
A bit of darkness leaves a trace,
Just as it should for all to work,
A zero balance for the clerk.
Pure goodness with no darker cast,
Would burn too hot for it to last.
The opposite is true as well,
Tough that may be a harder sell.
There is no black so unrelieved,
If nature's balance be believed,
That there is not a trace of light
To guide through woe and dark of night.
The Taoist symbol shows it best,
Within each side the other rest.
And though this point's debated sore,
The opposites need not to war.
In every living circumstance,
The point of balance is a dance,
Too much disrupts the rhythm syne,
Less, then, leads back to design.
When prey is flush, then wolves will eat,
To take too much leads to defeat.
When predators have lost their sway,
More animals come out to play.
Again I must reiterate,
I don't agree that all is fate,
Where mind and spirit interact,
We have control, and that's a fact.
The course of how we act outside,
Must bear a cost we can abide.
Because we're each and all, unique,
Sometimes we find it hard to speak
About the things one cannot see,
And things we choose to let walk free.
Now listen to me closely here,
It's not ourselves we have to fear.
When light and dark, our balance hold.
We live our lives to our own mold.
Richard Higley © April 29 2014
