The Hall of Mirrors
The hall of mirrors
The hall of mirrors
gives us the shivers,
for each form therein,
deems itself virgin.
Although light is white,
prismatic delight
spawns myriad hues,
designed to confuse.
A well known story ~
cave allegory,
bondage to darkness,
blocking truth’s starkness.
We are yet in mind,
thus gripped in it’s bind.
We stoop to conquer,
when with love concur.
‘My daddy strongest’,
says each earth bound guest,
although all are one,
reflecting the sun.
Narrow minds are closed,
thus truth is disposed,
as we so package
God in scripture’s cage.
We may yet be free,
if head-heart agree,
to simply be still,
while voids within fill.
Clock of time rewind,
leave knowing behind.
Let us meditate,
as bliss beats gyrate.
05-June-2022
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory_of_the_cave
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