I took this picture yesterday and called it "duality". Then I got thinking, and writing (the thoughts more so than a poem). >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
We seem to be consumed by dualism.
We are taught to focus on the differences between things in order to understand one from the other, for something to stand on its own against something else – boundaries and borders to create contrast and dimension.
Black and white,
shadow and light,
and graceful curves.
But what if we focused on the spaces between the contrast? What would we find there?
For me, grey seems the simplest way to comprehend such a notion. It’s a blending of two ends of the spectrum –
black absorbing all color and white reflecting it. .
Grey just is –
a gap, a portal,
a fusing of possibility. .
Yet, we are uncomfortable with grey because of its vastness, neutrality, perceived lack of control, and not having a clear delineation between its creators.
Would we become truly unified if we understood ourselves in this way - connected to and reflecting all of the colors, living from a place of pure potential?