Polarities

Polarities.

The constant sway from right to left, north to south.

An unseen rhythm that moves through everything—inside and out.

I feel its pull, ongoing.

Up, down.

Expansion, contraction.

Always understanding, yet often misunderstood.

There are moments it feels vast—endless, cosmic, too large to hold.

And then suddenly, intimate.

So close it breathes with me.

Like a wave stretching itself toward the shoreline,

reaching with intention,

only to pull back again—

not in retreat,

but in trust.

This movement never ends.

It isn’t indecision.

It isn’t confusion.

It is design.

Depth lives here.

In the tension between opposites.

In the space where light meets shadow,

where knowing meets unknowing,

where stillness meets motion.

We are taught to choose one side.

But the soul lives in the sway.

Eternity is not static.

It moves.

It breathes.

It pulses between here and there,

then and now,

becoming and being.

To live within polarity is not to be lost.

It is to be alive—

held in the sacred motion of all things,

forever reaching,

forever returning.