A Flurry Of Mirrors

Mirror of my mind
So called reality
Space with a tinge of
Something called
Experience.

No more substantial
Than a rainbow, yet,
Seeming so.

So very….very, yet,
Always constantly changing,
Like a cloud of smoke.

Even a mountain
Is very slow smoke.

Our thoughts are
Nothing more than smoke….
That’s why we smell
Rubber burning….
A pipe dream…
(dream on)

Nothing more than
Light reflected in
A teardrop
Dewdrop
Drop of blood
Ruby
Diamond
Emerald
Lake
Ocean
Mirror.