I look out into the world, and what do I see?
I always look outside of me,
beyond myself, into the sea of life,
and when I look and I see strife,
I step away. I say OK,
these problems are not mine.
If you’re not fine,
with me, don’t you see,
it’s really just you?
But what I do not realize
is that the world I see with my own eyes,
is not just what someone else has done or said,
it’s not about the words coming out of their head,
it’s about the words going into mine.
Somehow I miss the divine
when I look at you. I see frustration
because it is my interpretation
and my own beliefs
that disallows my own relief.
The world is the looking glass reflecting
back at me and I am now protecting
an illusion and a trick in which I think I see
something moving outside of me.
You would think I see you,
but it would not be true.
Who I really see, is actually me.
How can this be?
A mirror will reflect
back to the seer, and I detect
not a reflection of my soul, no,
but it is my own mind and ego.
Yet the reflection is reversed,
and so I have cursed
the mirror itself,
and refused to acknowledge myself
because I am unable to see
I am really staring at the backwards me.
All this began when I looked away
from my own soul each day
and chose to look for reasons outside of me
to find the answers I did not see.
I blame the world all around
instead of standing my own ground
and listening to my heart
from the very start.