There is a moment
Between the days strength
And night arriving
When the trickle of light
Almost ceased,
Stills
At the balance point
Between phases.
And there
We come close
To time’s demise:
The essential end
And the very beginning,
Like two delicate eggs
Nestled in the hand
Holding the quiet duality
Of a thing in limbo:
Being not one
Or other
But both
And neither.
copyright 2016 Ben Truesdale & distilledvoice
distilledvoice 
Beautiful! I love that point between all polarities. In there, all energies come to rest, and we are at peace.
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I completely agree. Thanks
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This is magical Ben ♡
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Thanks Candice. Much appreciated!
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This is delightful Ben. I love the photo too.
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Thanks Pam. It’s from the island of Nusa Lembongan looking over towards Bali.
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