‘Being’, on itself, is not able to be when the ‘not being’ is not,
If not for the fear, how can courage ever exist?
In a world without the dark, the light is what they forgot,
For a ‘yes’, without ever a ‘no’, means nothing on its own.
If the existance of the other makes opposites be,
Yet they can not be at the same time,
Does that mean that for you and me,
The Dance of Opposites… is a dance forever?
For if you want something sweet,
I am in the mood for bitter,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem