Game of Mirrors

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life

The game of mirrors
Is a scramble piecing
Of a troublesome reality
Where living is pricing
And pricing life is winning;
A game with no rules
If not the freedom to be cruel.

The game of mirrors
Is watching others fade
Feeling like theof spade
While people suffer the terror
Of an overwhelming uncertainty

The game of mirrors
Is one of fake news
And futile fame
Where the brews
Of perpetual stupidity
Are ingested day in, passed out

In the game of mirrors
We pay expensive bills,
Watch our sleeping pills,
Consume ads that add negative value
To our metal well-being

In the game of mirrors
We are scared to act
But overreact in despair
Dissipating our collective energy.

In the game of mirrors,
We pray to our oppressor,
Repress our godly self
In overwhelming piles of beliefs

MIRROR

The game of mirrors
Is a beautiful screening
Of an infinite range of possibilities
Where everything is dual
Everything is one

In the game of mirrors
We swim in amazing rivers
Hike on ever green mountains
Light a fire to the stars
And watch the moon
Watching over us

In the game of mirrors
We talk to the trees
And help the bees
Pollinate the life of tomorrow

In the game of mirrors
We look at each other marveled
By the probability
Of certain magical encounters

In the game of mirrors
We share the succulent fruits
Of the earth.
Play, roll in the grass, in the dirt.
We smile and laugh aloud
With longtime friends.

In the game of mirrors
There is no end
But a looping lesson
Requiring to amend,
One’s self,
Rise to higher vibrations

DUALITY IN UNITY

In the game of mirror
We meditate,
Go deep within
Dissipating the clouds
Clogging our minds
We see the ugly,
See the beauty.

In the game of mirror
We are each other’s reflection
Creating a collective experience.
We see the truth
Forge our own faith.

In the game of mirror
We are free to be different
To express a flirting creativity
Shaping thoughts, molding spirit

In the game of mirror
We are all in hell
If we are scared to live
And all in paradise
If we dare to love

In the game of mirror,
We are images in the water
Free to choose our path of life

Be the source of deflection
Taking light away from light

or

Be the reflection of the source
Walking the path home to divine light

Báŋ-É”-lú