I thought of Yin and Yang;
saw that in their harmony,
brushing against each others’ curved bodies,
they worked best in their distance-
that chaos and creation needed each other,
but should not love one another.
Then I met you,
And I learned that
happiness is crafted from selflessness
and that all I ever wanted
lay not in pedestals or poetry,
but comes folded in the smoke
of nag champa
as it clings to the sheets
which fall to the floor continuously.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thor canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good:
An, spite of pride, in erring reason’s spite,
One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
- from Essay on Man, Alexander Pope