The true voice of what is
Does not need to speak
Because there is nothing else
Apart from it to listen.
Two men debating in a dream
However clever
Cannot come up with anything
The dreamer doesn't know already
Just as two lovers
Cannot better
Love
Without departing from itself
How can the one voice
Say its name?
Without dividing from itself
How can the undivided
See its face?
Mirrors and echoes alone
Are the world we call real -
But what we really are -
Who is there
To say this?
Kavita
