REFLECTIONS © 2011

Reality is always another,

A web of dreams that unfolds at the edge,

In which, no matter how hard you try,

You will never truly be included.

It’s like a distorted reflection in the mirror,

That changes as you approach,

And the more you try to belong,

The more your essence dissolves in the lines.

For the world, with its layers and masks,

Diverts you from the center, from your truth,

And what seems real to the touch,

Reveals itself empty, a mirage without worth.

But perhaps the secret lies in accepting,

That reality is not meant to be possessed,

Only lived, in its impermanence,

Like the wind that passes, leaving no wound.

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