Yin yang.
When duality first stirs, when balance dances upon asymmetry.
Mitochondria.
The dialogue we inherit yet cannot translate.
The silent bond of breathing privilege.
Thank gods for fungi—
soothing the anxious mind with the chaos of the unseen.
I do believe in fairytales.
Insects carry spirits scattered like pollen—
forgotten thoughts drifting between worlds.
Ding Fire.
The flame within the soul.
With roots, it sparks civilizations;
rootless, it wanders, luminous as dust.
The lotus rises in the East—dignified, untainted, our shared mother.
The water lily blooms for the world.
Five Elements:
Wood, fire, earth, metal, water—a cosmic grammar
implying us how all things connect.
A leaf is a library.
Once, we built empires of wisdom from leaves.
This time, let’s learn equality within them.