There is no ‘Other’!

I had stepped out onto the terrace to enjoy the sunset. This bulbul flew in and perched on a rusty iron pipe and sang melodiously in the gathering dusk, inspiring this poem.

Gazing adoringly,

At the face, august,

Glowing blissfully,

So silent, serene,

Humbly, the novice asked,

“Oh, Great One!

To enter the gateway

Of Spirit,

What be the first rule

That I need keep?”

With a smile, at once

So remote and so near,

The Adept spoke,

“Dear one, hurt none;

For there is no ‘other’!”