Projecting Reflection


If this body doesn't define me,
what does?

Or, does what I Am defy definition?

Picked up by intuition,
swaying with the breeze--
what is that which is me?

Deeper than the deepest sea,
high above the starry sky,
the radiant sun,
in all,
the One.

There is no other.

Still there,
reflecting back
through eyes by which I see--
it's me.
At least, that's what it seems to be.

Though, what I know deeply
with no doubt or reservation
is that seeing isn't so.

Seeing isn't knowing,
and that image reflecting back,
once brand new,
has changed so much--
will change countless times
before it's back to dust.

But the me that I can't see--
the one beyond all I judge,
always trying to fit
into that image--
ideal dream,
It sways with the breeze--
free.

Seeing isn't knowing,
and nothing's as it seems to be,
not even me.


-Jayme