Mirror
A bottle of essences
powerful forces
bending reality
a mirror shows
what cannot be seen
eyes locked
on what's around
sink into the background
disappear into nothing
darkness becoming
~
see death
make it a friend
watch physical forms dissipate
empty room, empty space
more than the eyes can see
what can't be
third eye can see
when the mirror reflects it back
with honesty
~
energy floating purple atop
nothing left
nothing left
eyes shut
death
death
About the Creator
Tanya Lei
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
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Comments (9)
❤️❤️ Wow: this is very profound. I see a powerful Paradox (contradictory truth) in the line "see death, make it a friend". It allows me to leave reality and enter the mirror: my third eye. The Diacope (repetition with a word between) in "empty room, empty space" took the ground from beneath me: it helped me sink into a meditative state where I was no longer afraid.
Love the gothic touch ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️WOW ❤️❤️❤️❤️
The contrast between emptiness and perception is striking empty room, empty space somehow feels full of presence.
I love the dark mysterious vibe of this!
This feels so fragile and powerful in the same time. You wrote it masterfully, Tanya!
I love how this blurs the boundary between seeing and knowing.
This was so poignantly beautiful. Loved it!
If we have souls I’d like to know if mine is purple
And now, I am quite intrigued on knowing who is the one standing in front of that mirror, looking at their own reflection, while having a moment of incertitude. Part Two, coming up?