Mirrored Illusions

As time enfolds itself And yesterday becomes tomorrow, Through today, My conscious being Stretches up to meet The Source... Thus I expand and grow... My thoughts and moods, Recorded in poetic lines, Are but illusions Of the present time. My words reflect my needs... As I perceive them In the here and now... But in reality, My words Are the prophetic spectres Of who I am becoming In my metamorphosis. They are The thoughts and images Of the me Not yet become... For so many years, I was the seeker. I stood before the mirror Peering deep into It's shiny space... My heart and soul Cried out As lessons, Deep and bitter, Filled the gaping, brutal void That had become My life... I struggled on, Weeping, oh so many tears, Until at last, The Angels, Filled with a deep compassion And pity for my plight, Reached down, And whispered Words of love... And as the light Flooded through The essence of my being, The fear and guilt... My life long companions And tormentors... Slowly seeped away, Allowing me To slip, unhindered, Through the looking glass, Until at last, I was able To embrace the truth Of who I am... I am the twins. The image and the reality Who live and breathe, Reflected back Upon myself Within and without The mirror's illusionary space. The image and The reality merge becoming one... The dual me. The void is filled. My need is gone. I have embraced The me... And now my heart Opens wider still, To allow the love to flow So freely through my being... A gift from the Universe To all Humanity. My heart glows... My soul sings... And I embrace The eternal me... Ready to begin anew. Liana Brittain