SarvaSwa

i hear

the voice

that is me

reply..

softly..

thank you..

thank you..

dear one..

for releasing me..

the me-ness

in me..

the symbol

of difference..

only skin deep..

beneath which

like Mother said..

all flow

as ONE.

not even

as deep

as a little nail

on

a little finger..

but

the illusion

it casts..

oh..

what depth…

this mirror..

like two

mirrors

facing each other..

multiplying

the illusion

to infinity..

the two..

this eye..

and You

Great Mother…

merging..

seeming virtual

with seeming real..

somewhere

in the middle

the seeming real

has turned

on its head..

to become

the

exact opposite..

somewhere in..

the middle..

the seeming real

has ended

itself..

for

the converse

to commence..

facing each

other

in Love

they stand..

my parents..

seeming

to extend

to infinity..

but in effect..

cancelling out

each other..

taking

each other

gently by the arm

to the

endless end

merging forever

in the endless

end..

MAYA

maya

ma

ya

ma

ya

ma

YA

MA

MAHA MA YA..AY AM AHAM