Theads

I am a contradiction.
My shadow keeps pace
With my soul.
The dance is intricate.
Like a beautifully woven cloth
Of so many threads.
The threads are dyed.
Expertly placed.
Creating a pattern that delights.
And yet.
The thread does not know fear.
The cloth is not conscious.

We are each powerful
And powerless.
Beauty lies within the balance.
Balance cannot be obtained
Through limitation,
Through numbness.
Only in full measure.
And thoughtful additions.
Pulled From the depths of each side.
Trust is implicit.
The binding ingredient
Creating the whole.