Duality

In these murky waters

Where the silt rises but never falls

Where the branched shadows curl

And grasp onto your throat

It is here that absence sits

And it is here that its twin nothingness

Flies below in freedom

With absence, the darkness does not recede

It warps the world

And all falls through the void

With its sibling, in nothingness, there is presence

A mystery of existence

Letting go means having substance

A clear water without silt

And branches that produce

Even in the temporary

The blossoms of today