Oh house of mirrors, show me my current face.
So many directions pointing at me, not sure
which one to let lead me, so I stand and wait.
Observing, and illuminating the world inside,
No wonder it’s taken up a judgment against me.
Let me bask in the difference
between what is and what can be.
I release it to the wind, to carry
the whisper of desire to seed, in the soil given me
by the architect building all things into reality.
All potentials and all possibilities,
I think, therefore I am… come again, please.
Repeat until understanding.
Inside entertained, fueled by attention,
and so out of each projecting, the good,
the bad, the ugly they perceive for any body.
Best to let all parties be, extending
hope for beautiful outcomes yet unseen.
forming the helix to complete me.
A ladder I climb daily, picking the best,
and letting go of the rest. Thanking it,
Apologizing for holding onto the lies
I carried regarding each, overcomplicating,
in order not to face the facet revealed in me.
I love each moment, each face and skin,
each line of information bled from me,
for the added perception. If what I see
doesn’t seem to align with how I view myself,
I know I need to ask to observe unbiasedly,
I’m missing something and each character
bears a piece of the answer for me.
The deeper I’m willing to look for similarities,
the more clarity and abundance I leave with.
What a wonderful reflection to live in.