Friday, February 24, 2017

Mirroring Dharma: A poem



Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
the frame is cracking and
spilling you out as light,
so
you
might,
finger out into the crevasses,
wriggle yourself into what lies
beneath the carpet,
maybe drip into the dirt
propping up the ridgepole of this
house
where

Reflection feared to go.

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