Mirror
So we know that this is
something. Now, cosmologies abound
But we agree there’s at
least one thing, and when we turn around
It’s still there, the rest
of it, the everything else.
So does it bear contesting
it? Everything,
and Myself.
But wait a minute, there’s a
hitch
If you’re there in it, then How? What? Which?
If we agree reality may
simply be what we perceive
And what we see we do
believe, where does that leave duality?
You see me as part of the
rest as does each and everyone here
It isn’t really such a
stretch to think and reach a point to peer
Out from that bubble of
fractional here-and-there-ness
Where we stop seeing double
with actual self-awareness
So in practical terms, I
guess that means
A new can of worms, a big
hill of beans
When you’ve got to fight to
pay the bills—
You can’t just write and sit
on hills
Pondering the Great Unknown
Wandering the world alone
But if we catch that little
sense
Of a weave and hatch, but
not a fence
Then suddenly it’s easier to
do those things you might avoid
And then you find you’re
pleased to serve the Everything! The Cosmic Void!!
OK so maybe the rhymes get
carried away
But then maybe it’s time to
hear what they say:
The struggle is
optional! Attitude, choice!
Consider it dropped,
platitudes voiced.
But take a moment to think
and it all becomes clearer
Turn to someone, and blink,
and look in the mirror.