Where Love Reaches the One In the dark nightof the forest,I sit nakedby the fire. Flames flicker like breath,soft, ancient,cracking open the silencebetween trees. The stars lean close.Owls do not speak,but they know. This is the templewithout walls,where shadows...
In the beginning,
there was nothing.
Thenâa mirror appeared.
I gazed,
and mistook the reflection for myself.
I lived among shadows,
confusing echo for essence,
image for truth.
But the mirror,
strange as it was,
besides its unreal display
quietly pointed beyond the glassâ
not to itself,
but to the One it tried to reflect.
Then I realized:
the mirror was never real.
Only a dream,
trying to awaken me.
There was nothing to reach for.
Nothing to reach with.
The image was not me.
I am the One being mirrored.
And when I knew this,
the mirror disappearedâ
like mist at sunrise.
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