A Mirror Meditation...Through The Looking Glass
Many faces of my incarnations
Stream in montage on gazed glass
Many faces, all seeming familiar
Testify many links to the past
On mirror I focus my vision
Illusion gazes right back through me
It becomes clear that I'm more than the one
You see when you think you see me.
We all face a struggle to quite comprehend
Or just how compelling it is to explore
Into that so much harder to see.
The body, a shining soul vessel
One of so many endured
Each life a new education
A drama to which we're allured.
Veiled are the many so mired in doubt….
Declaring this riddles and dreams,
One heart is suggesting sincerely
Our reality's more than it seems.