Holding the opposites
I walk two worlds. Economist & Healer. Poet & CPA. Mongolian & American. Leo & Virgo. Warrior & Lover. Stubborn mind & Tender heart. Social butterfly & Lonesome hermit.
I thought I had to be a single coherent being. I could not. Everyone told me to focus. I was confused and doubtful.
Then I met a dead tree. New leaves were growing on it. Sky was clear and raining at once. The gift was a rainbow.
I walk this land with reverence
New leaves on a half-dead tree
Sky sheds tears of joy and grief
Sun shines through the clouds
Birds sing, then silentHolding the opposites
Dark and light
Let them dance together
Holding the opposites
Sacred and profane.
