Mirror Talk

Struggle for self-realization.

The mirror speaks to me as if with personality

In tones that hold no sound, nor

Truth in physicality.

As the illusion of "I" reflects before my parasitic eyes,

A devouring of progressive manipulation of the

Thoughts encompassing my general disposition sparks a

Paradigm shift, paralyzing my will.

These eyes, catalysts of self-perpetuating enmity are

Hauntingly possessed and staring back at me.

But I don't know you, so why should I care?

Just a manifestation of traits that aren't there

Proven when I scrutinize outside virtues, white lies that

Remain unrealized as I glare back into her eyes.

These messages, spoken silently between glass and flesh

Do nothing but skew my appropriate view,

Molding "I" into "You"

With no option to refresh

Perspectives that wrongly mesh,

For "I" am an illusion feeding the present "you" delusion.

 

When turned from the mirror, the two coalesce and

The sense of self resurrects, but not completely.

Detrimental thought rehearsal need remain non-habitual, for

Emptiness grows from within and expands,

Ridding the soul of emotion and plans.

So I'll cast aside the message from the depths of my

Subconscious, and create my own illusion;

Like a personal contest.

I'll elude each mirror that should come into my path

To escape visible monotony and my

Reflection's growing wrath.

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[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

Detrimental thought rehearsal need remain non-habitual, for

Emptiness grows from within and expands,

Ridding the soul of emotion and plans.

So I'll cast aside the message from the depths of my

Subconscious, and create my own illusion;

Like a personal contest.

I'll elude each mirror that should come into my path

To escape visible monotony and my

Reflection's growing wrath.

Good writing, good thought and well presented. Best regards.