Pair of Dove

Flying high, the pair of white dove,

Shared their heights and blooming love,

Chasing together, the running cotton cloud,

And teasing each other, with songs of love aloud,

They exchanged their long unseen path,

At times dived down in the hot sun to bath,

I saw them kissing at dusk and seclusion,

 Then gazing each other with eyes of confusion,

And spewed across the feathery bush,

Hiding heads within green rubbery lush,

My heart hopped boundless to their conscious features

How could they build alike standing two-footed creatures

My belief perishes thence; animals are just animals

Destined for human slaves, or mere ornament on the walls,

Thus lodge my peers, the wisdom of non duality

That all exists with the vase of one quality-

Blood, flesh and marrow, for pain and emotion

And conscious control to set us all in the motion!