Lovers born of the same source

Wrapped in the serpentine tendrils of the Tao

Ida/Pingala weave seamlessly through the now.

Innate harmony pulses through each moment;

Through the rising and falling of the lights in the skies,

The ebbing and flowing of the turning tides,

The undulating breath and the drumming of the heart,

And the birth and death of every part,

Carved from the whole of this work of art.

Lovers born of the same source

Inextricably intertwined and equally divine,

They cannot be compartmentalized.

The neglect of one dilutes the other,

Both must be nourished

And together they flourish.

Yours truly,

Sureya