Non Duality

We move through a world of opposites light and dark, joy and sorrow, beginnings and endings each defining the other, each giving shape to existence. Yet, beneath the surface, the lines blur, and what seems separate folds into itself. Love and loss are not opposites but threads in the same fabric, woven so tightly that pulling one unravels the other. Time moves forward, yet every moment carries echoes of the past, the future pressing against the edges of now. We call things whole or broken, yet even in shattered pieces, there is form, and in completeness, there are cracks. The self we claim as singular is a shifting tide, neither fixed nor divided, always both and neither. Duality is the language we use to make sense of a world that refuses to be named. And so we live, caught between two truths that are, in the end, only one.