I am white a blank page
Dark am I, the liquid ink.
Thus only can history be written.
Without a blank page and the ink to write on it
There would be no meaning to begin and to end with.
If white is shallow sure black is hollow
One is width the other, depth.
The twilight zone, in between them, both
Share, pure facts not mere myths.
Black, white, dark and light
Rest and awake, sleep, activate.
Our very own efforts –
Loud, planet earth.
Toast , spiritual cups
Make real sense
Life’s essence –