The penny slipped through a crack in the basket-case I used to take for ‘me’. It fell, spinning like a dervish – one side chasing the other in the cosmic dance of dualism. And eventually, obeying the laws of entropy, it ran out of momentum and stopped.
It came to rest in the Real, the changeless,
where both its sides are equally true and valid.
It came to rest in the Real, which had been its home all along,
and it knew as much.
It knew it had never,
in spite of all its spinning and spending,
ever for one nanosecond left the Real,
because the Real is one without a second,
the Real is all there is,
the Real is totality, wholeness.
What a gobsmacker to realize that the two-sided penny called duality,
with all its stories, is inseparable from the Real.
Neither is the basket-case.
All Holy! Halleluiah!