I observe.

I notice.

The ebb and flow of Yin and Yang—

a silent poem, woven with unseen tension,

a rhythm that pulses through the cosmos.

Yin—inward, soft, still.

Yang—outward, strong, alive.

They clash, they embrace,

forever opposing, forever entwined,

one waning as the other waxes,

a cycle without end.

To me, the shifting dance of Yin, Yang, and the Five Elements

echoes the laws of the universe itself,

resonating with the Tao,

unfolding a beauty that is both ordered and infinite—

a symmetry of forces,

a unity of change,

a balance beyond sight.

I reach for its breath,

I grasp at its current,

and with it, I travel—

riding the unseen winds of time and space...