All that is above
is also below.
The invisible inside
eventually is projected outward.
What takes form outside reflects back,
like the pond’s perfectly still surface,
allowing the soul to glimpse itself,
if only for a fleeting second,
before dissolving like the day into night.
The world around us appears and disappears
with each turn of the psychic wrench,
tightening and loosening our grip
on all coming and going as reality.
All springing from the inner depths
eventually is planted
in the outer mirror
for all to see.
As above,
so below.
As above,
so below.
Click here to hear me read this poem.
I explain the meaning of this poem in my reading of it.
Poetic Alchemist 
ozymandiaz,
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doesn’t seem to me that the poem needs expenation. tough road, though, getting folks to see that relation.
Thanks Polona. Yes, indeed. And also the hologram where the whole is contained in each of itr parts.
microcosm and macrocosm… it’s all in the perspective
enjoyed.
Thanks Dan. I will check it out.
Very good, Don! Thanks!
Finally posted that promised ‘full’ version of the Buddha’s story on AD… maybe your poem expands on that, and vice-versa…
LOVE!