The Mirror
“There are moments in a relationship in which we catch of glimpse of ourselves, and we can begin to feel what is real and connected to our Essence and what is more artificial.”
Kabir Edmund Helminski
Looking into the mirror
Of her eyes, her heart her body,
Looking for my dream of a child,
In the shape of garden
Or a house, Or in the shape of Grace-
For a child in the shape of our hearts -
That for the first time I saw myself
And the mirror!
And I am no longer
A cat batting at an image —
No longer a floating dream without
an anchor. But a burning
Room — the flames
Of my God longing —burning all
The masks that I have worn
To know who I am.
So it is in her leaving that
I utter a prayer of gratitude
In her absence that I utter a prayer of humility
In her silence that I utter a prayer of submission
For it is in the color of her walking away
That I have heard my true names
In the yielding
Prayer of
Falling Snow.
