This is a picture I recently took, after hours of bordom and a sudden strike of creativity. And yes, these are items I have randomly scattered throughout my room......a couple scarfs, a ceramic hand, and a spider ring, you know the ususal! haha
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of a little God, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness seperate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
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