You are my other self

[osho]

Are you?
The reply will be with a no
I do not care for I have never cared
I satisfy my urges, good or bad
For I tell apart the difference
I know you are there
I do not care your character
Maybe mother or sister or brother or mistress
You are there and that enabled me to be here
Or else I would have been nowhere
I am from you and will be submersed
In a while in you

We never understood each other
And that is none of my business
I am presently concerned about your being
Or else my dream would not have fructified into this ego

In fact any difference between us is a sheer image
In substance I am you
Equally you are my other self

[osho]

I was told money speaks in several languages
Or money is itself a turn of idiom that phrases life
I know money does not discharge you from your grave
I know money cannot dry your tears

But money has brought God down from his high seat
You can wall him within your fragranced church

Living in the age of greed and capitalism
Do not reprimand him in his own home
For God and capitalism are in arm
Clasped and cloistered

We pray for money through God
God is money manifest
An unusual incarnate

Recognize money and it recognizes you
So was I told and the rest go crazy round and round

I have enough of it – who want say?
For the world will freeze into its end without it
Relation built and relation broken, patched up again
With money irrigating life

How meagerly you watch when the other is kissing your mistress
For he has all of it, the lucre that made him lucky
The brittle soul bristled at the sight
When the two lovers are sipping the juice of life together
With their money circuiting and hosing them with the drops of love

Is money all this stuff

[Delta40]

There is usually something cold and removed from your poetry. That is not say that poetry in this form is a bad thing, only that I feel the constant separation from others, the lack of emotion speaks volumes in a way that perhaps you don't expect.