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"Mistaking the false for the true

And the true for the false,

You overlook the heart

And fill yourself with desire.

See the false as false,

The true as true.

Look into your heart,

Follow your nature."

-from "Choices" in the DHAMMAPADA

Is the mirror truly false?

"Woman Before a Mirror" by Picasso

analogue eyes and misconstrued space-time 

spirits sing through microscopic crystals and waveforms

the soul is eclipsed by the pupil, lucid day of sideways snow

a trinity of spirals traced into transit

mirrors have been proven to deceive

on the same day, waved to my own satellite,

greeted my shadow as it were my reflection 

existence is delusion, orbiting 

theoretical is quantum

fluorescent flickering

presence of vision

my new song is called...

the menae

false mirror

Rene Magritte 

1928

window fog

precision cuts apples

vacate our temples of spirit

hourglass everlasting

infiltrate thoughts

multifaceted spiraling seclusion

mental cut and paste

am i here or there?

Aurora, where'd you go?

where were you when the clock struck blue,

the day the plate returned with the fork,

the night when endymion finally woke.

where were you when the silent tree fell,

when gravity was given its name and 

dreams were swallowed by the wishing well.

i have been here all along,

hiding, 

disguised in white ruffles as saltwater vibrations.

 basking in the waves of the only song 

that rings endless past the planets' dance.

THE MIND

"The mind manifests itself by looks and words. For the soul is our dwelling place, our eyes are its windows, and our lips are its messengers."

-Kahlil Gibran, The Eye of the Prophet p. 1923

the long lost...

to which we are 

all constantly 

paying 

the cost, 

forever 

indebted 

to that 

we regret, 

so the 

only way 

to move 

forward 

is to have 

none.

are you there?

slow-motion

rain explosion

magma flying, tree-top spying

where i wondered, what happened to you?

where are you now?

where am i?

unplanned eruptions

from bottled darknesses

will you still love me, Hermes?

after darknesses flow, likeness to light 

the same as the opposite, no, opposing is different

straight from the imagination

whirlwinds circling, ever-spiraling

detached and dictated in solitude,

eloquently absent

severely detached from meanings

visitors make appearances

ever reminding of infinity's challenge

may i recall for next time

a mental note, a song

for me, for you and all the unseen

blue spirits and the never dead 

your little talking machines

piles of dusty books

modulating ghosts

speeding nearer

listen close...

the fractals of branches

infinitely complex