If I look in the mirror
And myself I do not see
Does it mean that I'm not really here,
That I have ceased to be?
Or am I just a spirit
That eyes cannot perceive?
If I but try, can I be seen?
Need I only believe?
Have I become a vampire?
How does that legend go?
I see myself and then I die?
No, that just can't be so!
It feels like I am in a dream;
I surely must exist,
Else I could not have thoughts like these;
I really must persist.
Oh, one day soon I'll 'find myself'
As that old saying goes.
Ah, here at last there is a start:
Now I can see my toes.
Love this poem, very enlightening, soul searching at it's best! Enjoyed your incessant curiosity very much when looking for answers of being. Thank you, RoseAnn
A unique reading experience I have had here. The image added if funny and delightful.
oh, now you have plunged deep under a light-hearted screen, now I know to read aware of a gravity beneath the wit---billions of stars and again a fav
Susan, thank you for visiting this old poem of mine. I'm glad you liked it.
Beautiful imagination with spiritual imagery. Existence is a mystery. Excellent
i COMMENTED A YEAR (nearly) AGO. Have you perceived your yet? bri : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful profound poem with a marvelous image. Loved it. Voting a 10. BTW, 'that I exist is the only truth there because one's existence doesn't need any means (e.g. sense organs etc.) to validate it. It is a self-evident fact because even in the question Do I exist? there is a self-evident asker hidden.