Beautiful Mirrors
Mirror mirrors show me mine,
reflect to me the pure divine~
If my view of you is clouded and dim,
I have thrown myself on the altar of sin~
If I perceive in your heart only darkness and death,
I have stolen the fragrance of Spirit’s sweet breath~
If beauty be seen and echoed through you,
my healing is sure and my vision so true~
If you unfold yourself and are open to me,
I will not mirror your lies or the guilt that you see~
If your mind filters not the depth of my story,
you will fall in my eyes and at once know your glory~
You will see the true purpose for the seeds you have sown~
You will witness the Divine in my eyes as your own~
How could I not know you, for I now see you clearly~?
How could I not hold you and love you so dearly~?
The illusion of borders between you and I
is the reason, the cause, and the root of the lie~
Copyright © Satprem 2015
Copyright © Mark Roske | Year Posted 2015
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