Yin and Yang aren’t sentimental. They exist without moralizing. They act regardless of our wishes within the ebb and flow of every pregnant moment.
The space between yin and yang is like a bellows – empty, yet infinitely full. The more it yields, the more it fills.
Countless words count less than the silent balance between yin and yang.
Ah, sweet nature of balance, of that which is all! This is perhaps my favorite verse in the Tao Te Ching. The imagery that this verse captures brings such compelling thought to my mind.
Indeed, it is by becoming empty that we are filled.
There is an old Zen story which tells of a monk filling a cup to the brim, and then continuing to pour liquid in while his students asked him “What he was doing”. He went on to illustrate that a mind that is already filled cannot be filled further, so in order to obtain knowledge one must become an empty vessel.
That being said, I find the bellows analogy to be better, for as it yields it also acts, and helps to strengthen the fires around him, the passion of others. This is very important as we begin to understand that in order to create harmonious life, we must give as much as we take.
Such it is with yin and yang. In order to understand yin, we must give up yang, and in order to understand yang, we must give up yin. In order to keep our progression we must continue in this cycle, until we achieve the perfect balance between the halves.
It is only then that we come to understand the universe.