Friday, December 4, 2009

Mirror-man

I looked for me in the vast blue sky, behind the changing, swirling clouds.
I hunted for myself in the depths of the great ocean, in the inky blackness of the deepest waters.
I tried to spot my face in the eyes of another, reflected in dark brown pools of feeling.
I listened to hear my voice in the sound of the rain.
I read all the books in all the libraries
to try and find an accurate description of me.
At last, I looked into my own mind.
Beyond my mind I found my heart.
I looked deeper.
Beyond my heart I found my soul.
There I came face to face with myself in a mirror -
Who was this man with my face, my nose, my jaw, my eyes?
Did I see evil or did I see good in that visage?
Did he smile at me kindly or mockingly?
Was I watching him or was he watching me?
Was I the artist or the image, the canvas or the paint?
Was I this face or the light that made it visible or the watcher who observed?
Suddenly I knew:
this was all a dream
And the Dreamer had no face
To call His own.

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