Gold And Rust Mingle Not Poem by Ayni Poet

Wise men and fools walk together
Those lanes of life stretched between earth and skies,
Those routes of thoughts fuelling minds,
The richness of experience
And its emptiness too.

Plurality and singularity make sense for the fools,
While the wise only live in non-dual wholesome,
The same consciousness - awake and asleep,
Like two actors shaking hands on the stage,
Carring on the play with distinct roles and repertoirs.

Great companions they may be,
Yet their hearts don't sing on simlilar lycrics or voice,
Tenors and sopranos overlap their pitches,
But truthly, gold and rust never mingle.