Yin and Yang

Just a lesson in life recorded in modern incidents. Also, I admire Chinese culture so...

What?
Is the morals of life learnt,
With a quick experience of;
A nerve of confidence , cold as ice, judging how hard,
You can withstand winter?!
Is it the pain of loosing, gaining something new,
You'd used your toys already,
Update it. Try a little more few.


Is it a captured moment,
To pure enlightens and rest, to ease,
To consent.
To live in a fantasy under a merriment of content.
A little excitement to enjoy afar,
Almost like
Experiencing the sharp beauty
Loomed over a star.



Is it the mind to cease,
An restless layer of underlay questions,
A curious penetration; an answer in inspection.
A growth of lively, open and flower-ing minds, touching ever so slightly,
If all there was to know of knowledge was mine?



Is it the heart that beats,
A thousand beats:
Pump.
Pump.
Pump.
A challenging feel of pang leaking.
Pump
Pump
Pump.
A control to no one but my
Hearts rhythm in:
Pump pump pump




Is it the eye,
That catches a prey of lust
In a vision to admire
A caressing sight
If a eye was blind...
Would love be just as pretty,
As my eyes could've heeded...
To such blindly
Agonisingly
And lovingly
Praising beauty?





Is it the lips I taste,
A sour and bitter revaluation
Nevertheless a satisfaction
Of taste.
A pure matter in question;
Would life be just as tasty without
A kiss of enveloping,
Needless
Happiness...




Oh, if we had all this,
And a world full of bliss,
And a earth covered in mist,
Would all this
Make victory any more a provocative restrain.
A resistably insane choice
To make when
Dealing with the Yin and Yang
Of our world?

Author's Note

It's just a thoughtful poem. A needless throw of words. I just played with the thoughts all colliding with each other...