Cradle by the hands of the All Divine

And balanced out by the scales of Fate

Our lives are eked out on this balanced line

Between unconscious poles of Love and Hate.

Where every darkness has it's foe the light

And every dream has its reality

Where day can live because it has its Night

For naught exists without Duality.

And when we push and pull to either side

It counteracts by snapping sharply back-

So in balance it can again reside-

By filling in where it perceives a lack.

And so is set the force we call Karma

Forming harmony within this drama.