Gazing Past a Reflection

I placed a mirror behind me, So it could see where I was going. Was truly tired of its daily invitation, To look at just me again and again. I walked that day beyond self-center, Away from an isolated cold that was only me. Moving ever so surely within a drifting warmth; Then arms I'd never known began their embraces. I was watching them for once instead of just self, Plate glass image vanity suffering no more illusions. Finding older is an indispensable sacred friend; This face of my spirit emerging from temporary skin. I am such a lucky one to have recognized my reality. Traveling beyond this mortal vision to grasp all minds, For they are truly the maps that will lead one to paradise. No windows stopping in own eyes will ever bring me there. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn