Infinite

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.