Yin Yang

I crossed a bridge today... and saw my thoughts graffittied on it... 

I made cupcakes... ordered books from ebay

found a lounge on the side of the road and sat on it... like really sat.......... and watched everything go by.

As the sunset fell behind the manly ferry... I thought - 

this place is old sydney, fish and wild seas... 

and if you  look without your eyes - 

even with the city skyline in the distance

you can find pockets of nature, quiet... magic. 

as I rode my bike with the melodic clicks of 70's wheels 

I listened to art... and heard the earth.

My body felt nothing...

I felt EVERYTHING.

I don't ever remember feeling happier

than I do right now...

So happy, I could give up all my tears 

to let someone else live.

A strange combination of inspiration, elation, happiness

energy, uniqueness, 

and present moment awareness - 

that only newness can bring me.

NOW

in this pool of saltwater 

the green polish on my toes glows  

and the weed washes over... sihoutted 

like moving tattoos across my legs.

The yin and the yang of my lifes soul unites

The pure... and the complexity

I hold on to the creative surge

and even though my mind begs for meditation...

I know I need to bring the creative snapshots 

to my senses if they are not near.

The two faces of me... of my world

that I was trying so hard to separate 

have now converged in a neat yin and yang of opposites.

Of an existence so balanced... yet

so close to betraying the other side - 

that I could only dream of its essence in the past.

WHITE

The beauty, simplicity and cleaness

of purity and consciousness

of the spirit -

there are no words.

BLACK

Of the dark inspiration and art

and so many words...

it's the broken human shell

and expression...

I stopped drowning my achey emotions in liquor

and was faced with a blank white page every morning...

I didnt know what to do...

I cant hide in a pool of white,

and so I take up my pen once again.

I'm happy with writing these words

and suffering the black...

I know I'll be given a succesion of white lines to fill 

and fill

and then wash again...

Now... 

I'm free... Because I'm nothing you want me to be.