Metal & Yin


A brother’s hatred is worse than twenty sworn enemies.


Soft and pliant the long bow.
It springs back with all speed,
Sends its sharp arrows deep.
Such is the hard pain
Of my kinsmen’s absence.


The clang of metal – yang with yin – 
fills this poem and proverb. 
Anger, violence and jealouse 
are like arrows into the soul. 
Turn instead to the yin – the compassionate – 
and fine there that which lasts. 

©Loes Raaphorst 10/2005