The mirror shows, a clear bright gleam,
No fault it finds, no hateful dream.
Just what you hold, a silent plea,
Reflected back, for all to see.
Is it the mask, the ego's guise,
The fearful thought that blinds your eyes?
Or is it light, a gentle grace,
The truth within, in time and space?
The shadows play, a fleeting show,
The lies you cling to, seeds you sow.
But underneath, a knowing deep,
That all is one, while hearts do sleep.
When you awake, the judging ends,
No good or bad, no foes or friends.
Just understanding, soft and wide,
What you believe, you feel inside.
The world you see, a tender art,
A painted canvas of your heart.
Choose Love, choose Light, forever free,
And see the truth, in you, in me.
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