Reflections...

It’s rush-hour, every hour, in her head:  Always lost in the past, or worried for the future. The gift of the Present becoming rapidly estranged. Veira believes her life was full of one-ways: All detours and backroads led to quarrelsome chaos.. Her head was stuck in first gear, afraid of stalling, With monotonous tracks on repeat played as background noise. Veira’s heart was the occasional drably-dressed hitchhiker: She was never sure when to open her door to it, Since she was many a time disillusioned by its disloyalty. For Veira, words were many and sense was sparse. Like a twisted treeline of incomplete motorways, All leading to one destination: hodgepodge porridge. She never found herself, except out of gas in the fast lane, And she never quite understood why. At standstill moments, Veira’s head drifted to a place: A farfetched longwinded road which she believed to be fulfilment. Alas, many a time she allowed the mist and fog to fool he...

When you look into a mirror  What do you see? Feeling ambivalent, you hesitate: You see someone you love You see someone you tolerate You see flaws You see potential Are they not a mirror as well? A mirror of yourself? Recognising that which you see in you, Reflect carefully: this IS you... Everything you perceive in others You perceive in yourself as well... I see Radiant Love & Light I see a Powerful Being I see the whole Universe I see a Life Purpose in motion... What do you see now...... x When you look at someone else,  When I look into the mirror,  Looking again into the mirror,