In the house of mirrors there is no getting
away from the self
The self manifested reflections create
illusions of infinite form
Soul seeks the knowing of truth, of what is
the original image
A macro fracture of reality appears like
kaleidoscope of light
Constant ever changing forms repeating over
and over again
The exchange of colour alters man's
thoughts on what is life
Who changes what, how and why, is the
repeating question
The secrets to the original for many will
not be forth coming
A conscious balance of what is unknowable
and yet is Soul
In the house of mirrors the reality repeats
same of the same
Time of the time scattered reflections of
the whole seem lost
This fabrication of life exists to hold the
mind trapped inside
Only love can give soul the truth, the
nourishment of thyself
The distractions of illusion bind like
twine around the whole
Karma binds the lower bodies of soul to the
fractures of life
From within the knowing truth will be
revealed to the heart
© Tryphena Louise Williams