No matter how you pretty it up,
This window is still broken:
there's still a black hole,
some empty nothingness
mixed in with these random reflections
of some other space where you don't live;
some other roof,
that shelters some other life.
What if this hole is a gift?
Could it be that this is your opening;
your chance to see beyond
the plain and the familiar
to your authentic being?
Don't be afraid: step up and take a look!
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1 comment:
And that black hole is not revealing reflections but I think it holds a great deal of light.
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