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Gender Identities

(A Reflection on Polarity and the Balance of Nature)

I come not to be adored,
But to sit with Truth beneath the weight of stars—
That sacred silence where the cosmos speaks
And whispers laws older than breath.

In the temple of nature, polarity reigns—
Day bows to night, fire yields to water,
Sun seeks the moon in longing dance.
Nothing stands alone in the great equation.

We are born of opposites,
Of the sacred dance between mother and father,
Of seed and soil, of sky and earth—
A divine code written in our flesh.

Had our fathers married only their reflections,
Had our mothers turned only to their own,
We would not be here,
We would not weep, nor wonder, nor write.

This is not hatred,
But sorrow speaking—
A lament for the confusion of a world
That drifts from its axis.

I do not war with hearts or bodies—
Only with the lie that we are gods
Who may bend nature to our will
Without consequence, without grief.

You who walk in chosen light,
May your path be yours to bear.
But do not curse the ancient order
Or paint chaos in colors called freedom.

I speak as dust speaks to flame,
As clay remembers the hands that formed it.
There is no sin in struggle—
But there is ruin in rebellion against what is.

O you who cherish the rainbow—
Remember the sky must hold the storm too.
Balance is the breath of life.
Without it, all falls to silence.

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