Life’s paradoxes are not contradictions —
resisting its flow is the source of affliction.
Expansion and contraction define each other,
self and non-self contain each other;
right and wrong create each other,
plus and minus require each other;
joy and sorrow alternate with each other,
pleasure and pain become each other;
war and peace depend on each other,
good and evil reflect each other;
motion and rest follow each other,
life and death astonish each other;
earth and sky support each other,
you and I adore each other.
At the still-point where all oppositions
converge in a flash of recognition:
brightness in the dead of night,
darkness at the core of light –
there is a whole and both are parts,
the light and dark of our still secret hearts.