Perception

I've decided that I'd like to share some of my poetry in this blog. It's kind of funny. I never considered myself to be a poet. And yet, that's mostly what I've had published. They say poetry is an overflow of powerful emotions and I believe that too. I can't just sit down and write a poem whenever I want to. They come to me and won't leave me alone till I write them down. I admit I haven't written any poetry in a long time. Maybe I don't allow myself to feel powerful emotions any more. I might have to work on that.

The "problem" with my poetry is that I typically only write it when I'm feeling really low. So most of my poems are probably depressing. But I would like to share this poem that I wrote during a time when I was learning about how that the outer world we perceive that we live in is a mirror reflection of our inner world, or our inner self. This poem was used in a talk by a Unity minister and he told me later that he had a lot of requests for a written copy of it. I hope my readers enjoy it. :) I wrote it 7/28/93. By the way, I typed the poem up in perfect spacing but it changed when I published. Don't know how to fix it. Sorry. :)

The Mirror

If all the world is a mirror of me,

I must be very beautiful.

For the world I see is exquisite,

full of breathtaking beauty in simple things like

white puffy clouds seen through the branches

of an old oak tree you're laying under,

and the sunshine making you squint

as you look up to see the bloom of a tall sunflower,

and sunlight glistening on tears of joy,

and moonlight through the pines.

If all the world is a mirror of me,

I have much to be grateful for.

For the world offers me a wonderful gift every day

if I will but pull the ribbon and open it.

Gifts like smiling, laughing children

and playful puppies and kittens,

and delays which give us time to pause and be still

and songs that make us feel happy

and warm soup that makes us feel good inside.

If all the world is a mirror of me,

I am very safe and secure.

For the world has thrived for eternity,

which has no beginning and no end

and flowers continue to bloom,

and rivers continue to flow,

and babies keep being born,

and birds keep flying,

and the seasons still change right on time,

and all is well.

If all the world is a mirror of me,

how beautiful I must be indeed!