Is it one? Or is it two? Is it two? Or is it one? The male pulls apart from the female. The female reaches down. The male stretches up. Ah surrender… surrender. Rage cooled by serenity. The red succumbs to the white. The physical pulls away from the spiritual. The beast wrestles with the angel. The cool hands stroke the fiery mane. The fire quenched by the cool breeze. The fire stirs the spiral of the wind. The vortex spirals outward, inward… round & round…. on & on…. & so it goes, Caress…. thrust…. ease ….. strive…. grip… release… Circles… Circles. The Red Lion. The White Woman. The sun touches the green line of the sky on the verge of the horizon. Two great principles in the embrace of the One.
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