The portal of the mirror
Physicality is just another language
One of trust, expression, rawness
How will I choose to communicate?
What is my body’s truth? Bliss. Ease. Light.
What does it mean to be a portal?
A door, a gate, an entrance, and exit.
Does it matter when I know the key?
Each step, each choice, activating- opening.
And what of the mirror? In a world
Where it’s always reflecting, shining
Ever changing, does it become?
Or is this the mirror’s world?
We must choose our reflections
The faces we love to see,
The problems they face,
Our own laid bare, nowhere to hide.
About the Creator
Grey
The world is not black and white, nor is it grey. It is vibrant and filled with color, saturated to the point of bursting. As are we, the human experience beyond comprehension or definition. We are, we be, and we write. Portals to the soul.
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