The reflection stares back at me
do I smile, or do I cry...
The mirror has no reality.
We decide.
...to give it life
or defeated demise
creating a paradox
from the inside
Linked with all there is
adopting someone's creation
with generated ideas
a tingling sensation, waiting to awaken
a tingling sensation, waiting to awaken
the physical quantum of realization
different from what we see
Just a fragment of one
you are what is and it is everything
There is no disconnect
an illusion of separateness
A concoction, like drops in the water
leaves a loss of reflection
Seeing your experience
shape shifting your own existence
Life, a mirror of your tears or your smile
it is your blueprint, your design
a reflection from you
we choose to observe and define
there is no you, without presence of soul
Road blocks are just a disguise
A built in meaning-less friction, meant to divide
rattles within our own vibration
Yet, every minute where we are
is exactly where we should be
Reaching for recollections
Trying to remember
the mirror reflects only what we offer!
