Seeker

Mirror, Mirror

I gaze upon the mirror of my heart

and see a tumult in a vast morass

What manner of lie does it fain impart

I don't believe the image in the glass

Belief or not, the light of truth digs deep

in the most painful and rich veins of gold

Our secret of secrets lay in this keep

So study the reflection and behold

the self without the craft you may desire

Facades of drama that create a shroud

to hide the human joy we need so dire

Our suits of doom wear like an oath avowed

 

We have but view the auspice long forgot

Redemption waits but hasten, time will not

Comments6

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

    • Seeker

      As ever thank you Tony I appreciate your stopping by always. And thank you for the kind words. I rewrote the last five lines of the piece because I wasn't happy with the horse analogy.

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • OUTBACK

        EXCELLENT* ONE ! YES !

      • OUTBACK

        REDEMPTION* ?

      • OUTBACK

        ALL WITHIN THE REALM OF TIME* ARE LAID TO WASTE* ! WE ARE BUT TEMPORARY * EXPLORATIONAL* EXPRESSION* OF ( LIFE )* HERE MOMENTARILY* THEN (GONE)* THEN ? THEN NOTHING* ! (LIFE)* GOES ON*TO EVER UNKNOWN* NEW* EXPLORATIONAL* EXPRESSIONS* : ( INFINITELY ) !

      • OUTBACK

        I'M " REFLECTING* !

        • Seeker

          Thank you Outback your words are very kind. Yes redemption, I have found redemption can come from the self but it is costly in terms of emotional debt and in turn mostly humility.

        • OUTBACK

          AH YES { DEBT }* ! THE NEVER ENDING { DEBT }* IMPOSED* UPON US ALL BY WAY OF THE ENTIRE $ FINANCIAL SYSTEM* OF CONTROLS ! THE CULT* of ( AUTHORITY ) !



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