The reflected myriads of everything mine

12308036_573369739494248_1934595287683392686_o.jpgphoto: Pavel Babiienko

 

As the dawn drew closer

the beautiful mirror rose high and slow

gracefully gleaming through the green summer leaves

of high and low.

 

With a warmth of hope and spirit

the mirror awakened the sleeping cosmizens

bathing them with myriads;

myriads of green and shine

myriads of front and back

myriads of that igniting fire…

myriads of everything mine.

 

Peacefully, the greens and the blues

the fronts and backs

those igniting fires

and everything mine

humbled down allowing to be christened,

again and again

every second, every time.

 

These cosmizens

these sleep-awakened Gods unknown

accept the pace of time;

the history and the future

to forget this moment when the beautiful mirror rose.

 

On the mirror, they saw themselves

reflected as each

yet, deep within they knew, these myriads

of greens and blues

fronts and backs

those igniting fires

and everything mine,

that the mirror showed not each, but one,

a single shrine of everything mine

born again and again every second, every time.

 

And now as the mirror rose high and slow,

an egg that is hatched and whole

will continue her graceful play through the summer leaves

as I sit, watching her new

every second and every flow.

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s