The Mirror of Truth
Once upon a time in a perfect world therein,
exist a golden mirror showing only the truth divine.
Where remembrance in perfect light revealing
the simple fact,
the image of the love that sustains the living act.
A lady of noble consent got hold of this mirror
by happenstance,
not quite aware of its consequence.
Believing that the deeds over the many years,
gave liberation and solution, paid with joyful tears.
With her favorite dress and perfect hair in place,
she needed to see the facts, face to face.
But the golden mirror only wept in laughter,
and the lady did not understood thereafter.
She bought a new dress and added more rouge,
expecting the reflection to applaud in huge.
The image reflection showed nothing but the veil of soul,
not compromising by any faults in whole.
Her heart of the lady was burning now, by blind desire,
tearing of her dress in distress and denial.
Standing naked with the reflection in gold as such,
the veil of the self revealed its glowing touch.
The ancient metaphor of reflected light as gem of source,
is the spirit in constant birth with no doubt on its course.
Reflections in intimate salvation are the visions of truth,
spectrum in spheres of undeniable
eternal youth.
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