Efifi
EFIFI*
We have the world to ourselves,
waiting for the moment
when the setting sun meets the rising moon.
Their size is equal;
their radiance is equal.
The light of consciousness merges
with the darkness of instinct.
We sip our wine on the threshold
of time and eternity.
We are neither male nor female:
we are perfection.
Like salt dolls, in the words of Ramakrishna,
like salt dolls walking into the ocean,
we lose ourselves together with the world.
*a large granite dome in the Matobo hills
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