I view myself in the mirror

unsure who I see

beyond the flesh

beyond the glass

beyond the scarred head

the sutured hand

the flaking feet

unsure what the color speaks

the eyes say

the lips whisper

just know I'm here

viewing a "me" 

in this moment

with questions and regrets

with love and sins

The mirror can't behold

some "me" beyond reflections

beyond a passing gaze

beyond my inner-spections

Mystery

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -"The truly poor man is the one who knows nothing", Meister Eckhart says.

  -Don't pass on a message composed of truths that have been discussed in committee, but an experience that would be intimate enough to spark communion.

  -...worldly honors, whether religious or not, grow like poisonous mushrooms after the rain.

  -Transformation of mind and heart, interior justice, that's what concerns apostles.