Dark. Negative. Passive. Moon. Feminine. That’s what Yin means.
Immobile. Constrained. Just like a pupa: never feeding..never moving.
Maybe I lack plans. Or worse, I seem to lack direction.
I don’t want this loneliness to eat my being. Not now.
Contentment or complacency?
Maybe I am not thankful enough.
My sense of balance has probably gone awry lately. Yin wins most of the time. Lunacy.. is yin.
Yin is lunacy.
Yang is sunshine. It’s brightness. It’s warmth. The freshness of the morning. Let there be light.