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.
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