Mirrored Lives
I look into the mirror
And stare at an unfamiliar face.
A frame that does not reflect
A visage gathered or garnered
In this lifetime.
He looks back, piercing past my eyes
With a knowing iconic intensity
One gathered over many an eon
Of comradeship and certain kinship.
I balk at his extraordinary gull
Which implores reflection
On the ageless aspects
That Narcissus could not see,
On what is not, and yet is,
So corporally me.
A vacuum in space breaks.
All around, the walls fall.
Framed is a thousand exposures
Of lives lost on battlefields,
Over loves honor upheld,
To many a natural disaster,
and a host of personal struggles.
How clear it is now
The person I see
Is the one and same
I have called the Self.
He resonates through from
A myriad of lost civilizations,
And well beyond, to future times.
The permeations of my successive
Existence I now know, are lived
Entirely within this single moment.
It is here we are all united
Pushed past this fixed field point,
Flowing through the gates of illusion,
Known as self, space, and time.
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