Seeing no reflection - even a mirror offers only a partial story, showing itself as an object, holding an image absent of my own reality. My own truth tells me, through careful observation, that I am not found in mirror, or photo, or in another's eyes. Looking for my own image, my face that seems to tell other's who I am - I am confronted with an empty understanding that holds everything in the world but my head. Your own face tells me more of who I am than a mirror ever possibly could, in your eyes I see my own self becoming into form, a beauty not found in my own absence until the grace of your arrival. Emptiness reflects nothing back, it's sole purpose is to hold, embrace, and give of itself endlessly. No mirror could ever tell this story.
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His form has passed away, he has become a mirror, naught is there but the
image of another's face. - Rumi
Peace,
Eric
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