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" 

this moment

with questions 

and regrets

loves and sins

the mirror can't behold

some "me"

beyond reflections

and passing gazes

and my in-spections

mystery

*So much of spiritual work seems to revolve around deeds that quickly become routine.

-Eliezer Shore

*Ritual and repetition are at the heart of every religious tradition.  Even the most inspired seeker may soon find himself aground in the shallow waters of daily observance.  It's known that the essence of a spiritual work is to come to an ever-renewing vision of God.  Although the heart and mind search  for this, and the soul cries out for it, the tradition maintains its stoic insistence on the necessity of the discipline.  Where, then, is the voice of the Living God?

-Eliezer Shore