Is harmony shaped like the yin and yang’s curve, Or a line that marks where our paths diverge? Do we seek out harmony, or does it seek us, A construct of minds, or so elusive it hushes? Within, says the wise, lies answer’s seed, Through introspection, we find the balance we need. So much to uncover, in the depths of our being, Where angels and demons in our psyche convene. In solitude’s conflict, a question is born, Heart or mind’s logic? In the quiet, we’re torn. Not merely black or white, n...