The Winds - One
|| by matthew
The end. The beginning. The earth. And space. You. Them.
A system of duality perpetually existing, In order; for order.
There is but one driving force Where, through effort, the grip of division slackens.
Single-handedly uniting. Single-handedly destroying.
From one force, comes many results.
Pain and happiness. Hatred and respect. Weakness and strength.
Natural acceptance of one another In recognition of each other’s potential. Always living within an order-breaking system.
Love.
The capacity endless and universal. Yet restrained, in many cases. Both a desire and a decision. The incorporeal weapon against both order and chaos.
I have felt the sting of this weapon. A beautiful presence uses it against me now. She forces me onto a new journey, Inevitably changing me in ways unseen.
Each day, the grip of division indeed slackens Yet many resist this change. Humans born of these passions Choose “order” instead of understanding Driving them further from reason Which many think is emotional chanting.
But from one force, comes many results.
Emotion is connected to logic. When one forgoes the other, They make inhumane errors.
It is reason to feel just as it is reason to think.
So, humans, always feel As I, myself, have learned to do From the strict instruction of life. Perhaps we will take love in hand, And deal an end to global strife.
