Conversation

The Lover said, 'Darling,
I do not delight in you,
but in my own awareness
of your beauty.'
A fierce soft swan
holding a wild berry.
A golden hill of wheat.
Shakti's dance in the mirror
of consciousness.
The Beloved said, 'Darling,
I do not delight in you,
but in my own awareness
of your beauty.'
The moon iris sailing
through the cloud of your gaze.
A waltzing spider on a pool of stars.
Come dance with me
in the mirror of consciousness!
Thus delighting in the Self,
they danced with each other.
Now tell me, lovers, twirling
in your stillness:
are there One or Two?