Sights and Sounds
The taste of sight, the sound of touch
All akin in purpose and nature
And so define each other
To feed the soul with sustenance.
As saint is to sinner
Incongruent when side-by-side
Yet similar in purpose.
To love and to hate,
So alike in their intensity
But born of the same coin.
And one drifts into the other
With depressing surety.
The world is dichotomous in nature
For every Yin, there must be a Yan.
Each has no meaning without the other,
But each finds meaning in the other’s presence
