Mandala Poem

April 29, 2012
By Anonymous

Strong steel,
Soft silk.
Brave bison,
Diffident deer.
Each is a half,
Inside of me.

Sweet sugar,
Bitter balsamic vinegar.
Beautiful blue,
Boring black.
Each must be embraced,
And controlled.

I am just one person,
In a world of many.
I am an individual,
With two sides.
Sunshine, and Rain
Birth, and Death

Evil can be found everywhere,
Like air.
Evil can be spread,
Like disease.
Evil can change people,
Like money.

Without evil,
There is no good.
Without good,
There is too much evil.
Both are dependent,
On each other.

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