Now I am two
First I was One, though I didn’t know
Now I am two, and I think I know
one that is real,
and one that is not;
the latter concerned with “to do”
Trouble arises when I forget
that the real can embody the fake
When instead I wage war
on this merciless other,
so that I can continue to get
But I cannot reach Truth outside the fake
My march must penetrate deep
into the realms
of the land of the snake
When I see, we make friends with a shake
In love it protects my endless Void
The scary, black hole I can’t face
It’s amazing indeed, to most of me,
that the vast, empty word of “nothing”
holds the key to the secret “to Be”
First I was One
and now I am two,
but in no time the two will merge
And then, when I know there is nothing but knowing,
then I am One again too
Katrine 2003
May all your Nows be Here
I like the whole poem. But those two lines work awfully well just on their own!