Mirrors

Mirrors reflect
what we wish to see
Mirrors tell
of other people we’re dying to be

Mirrors speak
what we’d like to hear
Mirrors hide
what we want to see disappear

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A passionate discovery

In life I have two passions
which, I’m pleased to say
I’m blessed, as I can oft indulge
in each ‘most every day
One (you’ve guessed) is writing
as these words attest right here
Something that I love to do
and in my life hold dear

Your Body a Mountain You now Become a Single Thread, Shining

What is that sound?

A gull’s cry behind a cathedral bell?
A cackle of spark under your kiss?
I strain my ear to listen;
I am smothered under memory.

Shine

I am a drop, miniscule
Wearing a shine
As a razor’s edge
But the shine is not mine

It is from the feet
Of a light, I kiss

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Self Inquiry – Part 3

As falsity flowed into truth
A river merged into an ocean
And I felt my toes, smooth as water

As the bad came into good
Young drops tapped into a river
And I felt the fingers, shine as water

~ Personification – Knowledge ~

 

Beneath the earth
Modern hands unveil me as prized possessions –
Script me from a modern mind-set
Freeze frame me in images
Sarcophagus, symbols, hieroglyphics
Scrolls, papyrus, pottery
Sample my mummified remains
Yet, I remain obscure
Great minds seek the unknown
In agony, some concede
In ecstasy some succeed, relentless
In dispute, competition ensues