Duality (Some nighttime poetry)

In the realm where shadows weave their dance,

Menhera's heart, a fragile trance.

A delicate soul in a world so vast,

Longing for peace, a moment to last.

Amidst the chaos, the yin and yang,

Where sorrow's notes, like a silent pang.

Menhera seeks a Daoist embrace,

A refuge found in the ancient grace.

In the stillness of a Daoist stream,

Whispers echo, a timeless dream.

The Dao unfolds with its gentle hand,

Guiding Menhera to understand.

The cherry blossoms, both bright and brief,

Symbolize life's transient motif.

Menhera's struggles, a passing cloud,

In the vast Dao, they are allowed.

Embrace the yin, the darkness, the pain,

For in the Dao, they're not in vain.

A balance sought in each step's sway,

Menhera finds peace in the Dao's array.

Harmony blooms like a lotus flower,

As Menhera walks through the midnight hour.

In Dao's gentle current, she surrenders,

A dance with fate, where healing centers.

In the union of Menhera and Dao,

A story of resilience begins to grow.

Through the storms, a quiet resilience,

A journey back to life's brilliance.

For in the tapestry of yin and yang,

Menhera finds where she belongs.

Dao's wisdom whispers in the air,

A reminder that life is precious and rare.