What I see is the reflection of my eyes
In every direction that I gaze.
Two mirrors face each other
Only the dust can tell the difference.
November 6, 2017 | Categories: beat, Existentialism, literature, Meditations, new poetry, Poetry as therapy | Tags: Infinity, Life, literature, Perspective, poetry, Truth, Zen | 3 Comments
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