In the mirror, as the shadow falls across, then
for a precious fraction of a second,
The One Who Simply Looks
looks at itself…
then - whoops –
it’s old familiar Me…
if you’re curious,
remember this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do remember this.... and I find it rather comforting. Once again I need to thank you M. And at the same time say... love, t x