If You, Beloved, are me and I am You, then who am I?
Such talk can be enough to stun the mind and revive the heart.
It's like shock therapy and CPR all together,
Like the push and pull of awakening's urge moving through us.
For as we succumb to life's dream we feel suffocated,
What seemed natural and nourishing turns poisonous instead.
Eventually we can see these dire straits as another mirage,
And that hidden within lies the remedy, awakening's key.