The Plain Man's Mirror

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Echoes of the crying stone

Overshadowed, vast,

tremendous vibration echoing

distant yet close.

Am I afraid?

 

I listen, attentive, silent,

the throbbing of my heart beats.

I hear only the voices of man,

voices of the lost ...

 

Yet there must be balance, there must be found.

 

And the heart beats louder, louder, louder

as a drum beats nearer, nearer.

 

It shall reach breaking point,

the reality of who I am,

The vastness of Self, the Truth of Self

seems magnified as the beating continues

 

I have become my heart.

There is no body

I am free

All that remains is the beating of my heart.

 

My spirit, it soars.

I fly high,

high to the temple of the angels.

In golden light I await me

In golden light I am bathed

I stand

and face the mirror of who I am.

 

I smile,

step through the mirror into nothing

for I am only my own imagination.

 

I step through the nothing,

through the mirror,

 

content to dwell ...

 

 

 

With respect ...

 

Christopher Wynter,

 

Hobart, Tasmania ... wynter

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