ETERNAL MIRROR


They told me to be me and i asked; “How can i be me when I don't have a mirror?”

Darling, I show you an ancient mirror at the height of your search for what is real and liberating

Self-love, when it is centred solely on a wild geese obsession with self leads to the imprisonment of the self.

Love towards self should flow from our purest sense of gratitude towards God; the way and manner we are shaped into these beautiful masterpieces

The central piece of this change is not I but the Mystery. When the Beloved, the eternal Mirror, became the measure and standard of my beauty I saw the same beauty in others,

And realized I’m not any more, at anywhere in any time vulnerable or entangled to the capitalist status quo of self-appraisal

I have become a firebird, reflecting the beauties of the rainbow. How can the moon worship himself when he’s only a reflection of the sun?

I sing not, to myself. I only make the rainbow dance with my songs, as I joyfully hop from the limbs of the cedar of Lebanon.

You told me to be myself. Now I know, this adoring self is not mine but an effulgence of the Christ self in my fragile self

I am a bird in changing colours, a Joseph of the coat of many shades of the divine

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