Not Black Or White

Sometimes it hits you, the perfection of the imperfection - the almost nothingness of the enormity of everything, the trap of the mind of making it all or nothing, the temptation to want to stick to the black or white and the unwillingness to find peace in the paradox,

but honey,

If only we knew and accepted that happy and sad both exist at the same time, that we are all life and death wrapped in different levels in the continuum of time, we'd let ourselves breathe more expansively, resting in the knowing that we have mountains to move and yet nowhere to go,

both at the same time..