How would we know good, if there’s no bad?
His soft words hit me like a velvet hammer.
It was an instant enlightenment.
Unless after the years of silent brewing
it became dormant
like blood running warm under a skin
And then it gushed forth
as the words have touched the raw flesh
after the fingernails were bitten to the quick
According to him Bad is
the flip side of Good
As in Yin and Young
But then I couldn’t help hearing
in my middle ear
as a genuine tendency
to do good to others
No matter what