It can be good-- if a bit unnerving --
to train that critical lens
upon yourself;
to stand with yourself
in that so-consciously-created space
and capture for yourself
the fleeting phenomena
of thought
at which the camera's so adept
-- those bursts of light
that flare up, and then pass away --
but do not be surprised to find
you can no longer see yourself
through rose-colored glasses:
the space may be lovely,
but you are still full of darkness.
Your hands may form a perfect mudra
but your brain is dancing the tarantella
on the rubble in Haiti,
spinning helplessly and thirsting for hope.
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