“Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.” Diane Ackerman
To See The mirror sets up a silent but knowing conversation of self, a soap opera thinly disguised as drama now exposed to all of myself to see what others see beyond the image of heavily invested self-deception, masking myself to self, but the mirror shifts, begging the eternal question, what is good, what is bad, to which I have no answer, knowing only that things just are and I just am and not only today, this is somehow a moment, an epiphany, that sustains. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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A mirror doesn’t lie, it’s TRUE
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My conversation with the mirror for the past 15 years or so has been why are you showing me my mother instead of me? It’s quite confounding.
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I don’t spend too much time in front of the mirror. I would rather be doing so many other things! I do try to smile at my reflection..it helps a little bit! 🙂
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Lovely poem ♥
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Thank you for sharing this Maranda.
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there is no substantial concrete ‘self’ it’s all an illusion, just like the mirror … we just are/be! Great epiphany 🙂
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Indeed, it is, and to be free, many thanks Kate 🙂
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those ‘tastes’ of ultimate freedom keep us motivated … oh to stabilise it!
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Yes indeed Kate.
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Good poem
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