The Yin and the Yang of it, the ebb and the flow; torrents, tranquilities, they come and then go. The breath that inspires it, then leaves it in peace. The power that inflates it, the humble release. The desire to unchain it and know it in full. The flee from the truth of it. The infinite pull... ...to the centre of gravity, that source of all Love; as dark as a dungeon, as light as a dove. The binding of purpose, and braiding of thread, the salve of communion, and breaking of bread. And so we keep learning as onward we go, in the Yin and the Yang of it; the ebb and the flow.