Union of poles |
In life, there are poles for instance; Smooth is a rose’s petal; shimmering like a reptile breast Rugged; is a rose’s root; shred like a homeless’ feet Difficult is for the root to rise above ground Easy is laughter of erect thorn at a bent rose Light is a doodlebug's crushed by a heavy soldier's boot My dear one Here, nothing opposes nothing smooth is not better than rugged nor rough over high over low life over death Here, All poles concert converge accord with a synergical kiss like the kiss of lotus and root like the synergical kiss of body and soul The ascending rose is the descending root The luster petals on the surface is the compressed root underground high rises are the corner stones pressed in the basements big bodies are the small infusorias Here, Neither root is that descending to not hold a rose Nor rose is that ascending to not hold its roots With a synergical kiss, both poles fades away With a synergical kiss both far apart yet unified forever! Like the rays of the sun that evaporates any dew from the lustre of rose a synergical kiss unifies night and day with the crimson dusk on your lips Gentle wo and gentle we, I gotta water my plants. Thanks for reading King Valentine |