Reflections

We see in many ways as the great bard said, “Eyes windows to the soul” looking out and looking in I draw the drapes back for all to see, my own reflection in their eyes as well – on the outside we are mirror images, closs enough wondering what differences live beyond the silver backing, between the wall of each being where dust and webs gather where spiders war and dance The soul a web of many journeys I ponder the threads...of what has been captured, the holes where the escapes left missing links... there are dark and light house-guests who seem to nod but not mingle I wonder if they have souls or just my own we share as Mozart his with the spirit of music and Einstein his with the mind of crisscrossing dimensions and God, His Divine Essence does He reveal all to Himself or keep some poignant mysteries from creation, like a woman protects her children from predators while guarding her lovers to the death of rationale