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The Tao of Soul Dancing
“When I let go of what I am, I become
what I might be.”--Tao Te Ching.
Yin & Yang forever,
Yin Ubal & Yang Adret used to meet for lunch dates during the
work week, on a bench in the park when the sun appeared, & in
a dark corner of a coffee shop when it was cold & overcast.
Yang: I believe that a prime principle in nature is that opposites
attract, achieving balance.
Yin: But hey, you do understand that they also clash, can become
mired in conflict?
Yang: I love the Spring, when fecundity is prevalent, when blossoms
precede flowers & leaves & growth.
Yin: Sure, unless there is a drought, monsoon, tornado or flash floods.
Yang: Does it ever bother you that we are always referred to as yin &
yang? It bugs the hell out of me. Just look at the Taoist symbolism. I
am always on top, or on the left, always prominent.
Yin: Typical male, consumed with illusions of control, obsessed with
being top dog, first in line, the ersatz master.
Yang: Perhaps, but it just seems odd to me. Yin & Yang is an oxymoron.
Yang & Yin could be just as facile of a term.
Yin: Do you have difficulty putting a hat on that blockhead? We will always
be yin & yang because that is a irreversible binomial.
Yang: Pretty rigid thinking there, sweet-cheeks. Under the right circumstances
AB is comfortable being BA.
Yin: What is the real issue here? You dominate most of the symbols, but not
the terminology. Didn’t your mother ever teach you about sharing? Besides,
“Yin & Yang” is just easier to say.
Yang: Well, I read the other day that it is more just traditional usage than
Yin: Where, in the Farmer’s Almanac or the Police Gazette?
Yang: The OED informs us that “yin & yang” was a term popularized in
1671, when Chinese society was matriarchal--that “yin-yang” became
more common usage in 1850, and that “yang-yin” came into vogue in 1959.
Yin: That Eisenhower anomaly went out of style in 1962 when JFK was
President, like the Edsel. Come on, Yang-Yin is just clumsy on the tongue,
like mouse & cat, and chain & ball.
Yang: Are you aware that in the I-Ching, I am referred to as the solid line,
& you are always depicted as the broken line?
Yin: That is just more codified sexism, created by priests. Real men learn
about the sweetness of treasures found in the empty spaces.
Yang: I am the dawn, the sky on fire, the shatterer of shadows,
daylight spreading over half of the planet.
Yin: I am the softness of twilight, the dark side of the moon, molten
lava rushing into the blackness gathering on the horizon, the shadow
ballerina, bringer of midnight, the duchess of darkness.
Yang: And yet we are connected at the heart, bosom companions,
spiritual soul mates.
Yin: You mean it’s like our perpetual fusion in perceived physical
matter helps to enable us to be co-creators, bringing the spinning
chaotic world into a semblance of balance?
Yang: Yeah--what you said.
Yin is dark,
wet, soft, yielding & passive,
moonlight, vaginal, feminine.
Yang is fire,
hard, hot & dry, aggressive,
phallic, solid, focused.
It’s just me & my
shadow, infinite tangoin sun or moonlight.
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