Mirror

A poem about finding stillness

You constantly
Move left and right
Move front and back
Move to and fro
Move round and round
Look all about
Look here and there
But look nowhere
And there the mirror
Stands patiently
You say it can’t
Reflect your self
And nothing else.
You see, for that to be
You need to sit and breathe
The stillness you exude
And see your mind
Reflected in
The mirror that is you.

You say the mirror moves.

But I say it is you.

Experiences unite us. I believe words can provide these experiences. The Poet is just one of many ways to share them.

The Poet fuses my reality and imagination using rhythm and rhyme.

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