Dirty Mirror

The mind of pure perception is a mirror.

It becomes clouded, obscured by the

constant machinations of discursiveness 

and emotions arising therefrom.

The world is not what you think,

it’s what you see.

You’d think that would be obvious,

but, ever since The Fall, the wisdom of

clarity, the Eden, has been distorted, 

manipulated, filtered like the gels on

theatre lights to shade the truth, to create

scenes, plots, presentations that fit a made

up bias, pleasant or not, accumulated, 

fixated through habits, rote understanding,

to the point, as in Rashomon, people hardly 

ever see the same thing the same way, only

wanting to preserve what they already think

they know.

“ICE murdered a man in Minnesota.”

“A man in Minnesota was shot and died

when he pulled a gun on ICE.”

It all depends not on how you look at it,

but what you see when you look.

Don’t take my word for it.

Taking anyone’s word is just another layer

of obfuscation, more dirt on the mirror.

Meditation is simply polishing the mirror.

This has been known and practiced for

thousands of years.

You would think the Homosap would know

better by now,  but there’s no accounting 

for taste.