Bhedabheda

Your mind knows 
there is only One.
Yet your heart falls in love
with Love itself.
Dear friend, don't be confused.

Radha yearns for Krishna.
Sufis ecstatically dance
with Ruuh.
Magdalena longs
for the beauty of Christ,
the unstruck sound
in her own chest.

Everything you see is
a likeness of their lila -
a
photon, a galaxy, a fallen soul.
Each arises from that pulse
in the heart of the void.
You will never explain
this shimmering world
of reflections,
this play of bhedabheda -
two, not-two.

Just rest between breaths.
Become the mirror.

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