Foward Among The Tripping Mirrors Of Enlightenment Poem by Rene Velez

Shattered glass,
intact on a picture frame,
still hangs on the wall
a picture of and
nothing has changed,

every piece
in its place
individually,
hold a purpose,
the many parts
to a whole,

I am in the opus
holding shattered reflections,
gauze and dripping lineage,
forward among the tripping
mirrors of enlightenment

standing by the window
looking outside of myself

hear I touch the hand
of divinity.