Infinite is movement
Passing the breath of life
Each beating
At our own time
Shadow and light
Merges in our sentient eyes
The heart that lingers
Between both lines
Do opposites exist? …
Or are they reflections
Of what pull of intuition
And consciousness
Tide them to exist
Still we cling into
The reflection of life,
As death and life (we think)
Are true opposite sides?
Existence never fades
Light changes
Darkness diminishes
… Awareness moving
The lines that merge
Will lead our way
The dark and light
Will always change
Never fear the path that leads
Our own pull of intuition
It will be life forever changing
Infinite and real.