What does the image in the mirror feel?
Does it yearn, cry, smile or sigh?
I stare back at the perfect replica
We’re alone in the universe.
When Nietzsche discovered the source of the cosmos within himself
Unable to share this even with loved ones
Outcast by society his fractured mind further split,
Can this wisdom inside ever be truly communicated to humanity
Or is the seeker doomed to converse with his reflection evermore?
Vision of light and glass more free than this sentient being
Liberated from emotions, thoughts and desires
That exalted state is far closer to reality
Than transient, flickering movements of composite creatures like us.
May I dissolve into you
Become what is true
Containing all the love of the universe
And its self-wisdom too.
© 11/11/07
