WISDOM | A mirror world, that’s what we have, where all we can ever see is our own projection. Let this poem reflect that wisdom back to you.

mirrors, that is all i see
when i see you look back at me

i see you bloom my summer bloom
i see my flowers in your room

i see your grief and feel my pain
i feel your tears and see my rain

your voice speaks from my hidden soul
my healing is what makes you whole

i cannot look into your eyes
and not discover my own lies

there is no you, there is no me
it’s only mirrors that we see