Illustration: Soul Duality (http://www.deviantart.com/morelikethis/artists/149265981?view_mode=2)
Day and night, good and bad, hot and cold, male and female… We all know about the everyday opposites, we all live through them and with them. Each element of duality has a thin border that is so easy to be trespassed, so hard to notice even when one has stepped on it: between day and night, there’s the dawn or the dusk—an instant, as fugitive as the blinking of an eye, between hot and cold, there’s warm, between light and darkness, there’s shadow. They interweave and complement each other. One neither can exist nor can acquire meaning without the other.
We all enclose each aspect of duality, and all the shades in between because that’s what makes us complex, intricate beings. Or is it? Are we so unique? Isn’t it there that Nature offered us the matrix long before we were even aware of duality’s existence?
Look at the rivers! Their strength in shaping their own bed, in shaping stones and surpassing obstacles borrows something from the masculine strength. But their sinuous movement, their tumultuous flowing, their nurturing and life-preserving essence has many things in common with the feminine attributes.
Look at the trees! They look sturdy in their upright flight towards the sky, and their deep, strong roots are hard to be plucked out even during the strongest storms. Do you know why? Because that’s when their crowns bend in the wind, trying to protect the whole tree.
Look at the mountains! Their peaks touch the clouds and their rocky versants sometimes give cold shivers even to the most skilled climbers. Yet, they hold whole forests filled with creatures needing their steep protection.
Have you noticed the pattern? Masculine – Feminine! Giving – Receiving! Nature works in circles: a circle within a circle within a circle, which beginning or end cannot be grasped. We are in the same image. We all contain light and darkness, masculine and feminine aspects. We are maps created on dual aspects, but what differentiates us from all creation is the capacity to choose. If the tree cannot choose whether to stay upright or not through a storm, we can! If the river cannot choose whether to stop in front of a damn or surpass it, we can!
As helpless as we may seem in front of such an infinity of traits, of circles within circles, it is the best way to live because that’s where magic loves to dwell: in the thin threshold between all the worlds contained within us.
We are infinite, and we carry within us the memory of an eternal soul, a memory, which lies dormant, but which is revived at the touch of another dormant soul. About this in my next blog post.
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