What the Mirror Said I am the image and you are the body. In the mirror we appear complete; We are whole: two as one. For a few moments I am riveted To your body and you are stuck with me. But when you go away, I am left without a trace, without a face, Without a form. I am deposed. I do not know how to create life From within my own. I am only a passing dream of yourself. I have only your absence – and the furniture in the room – to reflect on. Without you I am in

There Were Two of Us This Morning There were two of us this morning And there are two of us this evening, And we go on because love is two, Two people, the two of us inseparably so. A doubling that is not a doubling, Not a double presentation of the same, But one as supplement to the other. Neither one nor the other, but both, We are Two, one along with the other. Love is Two and this is what Oneness really means.

The Quality of a Quantum I am nothing and you are nothing. but the relation between us isn’t nothing. Infinitesimally small differences establish the continuity between our discrete bodies. Intensive or extensive? Unity thought as plurality or plurality as unity? I can’t decide. (Either way we take up space and time.) We are two thought as one and one thought as two. If a complete synthesis is beyond us, remember this: In God’s infinite understanding we know just a little, an