Tricks of the Light

It seems we are

so refracted from ourselves

That we don’t recognize these lights

as having anything to do with us,

So attracted to what seems

so out of reach

That we can’t trace

the inner spark from which they radiate.

These tricks with mirrors

make us feel alone

Closed off by glass

Confused by all the faces 

that gaze back at us,

looking all the same —

Faces that wear all our fears, projected,

All asking something of us

that we can’t quite name

But all these lights are ours

And they reflect our center

And all these lights are us:

Through our own core

we enter

the place where we can soothe

all these eyes

Allay these doubts and fears

And let these facets

magnify the One.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 29, 2013