Marieta Maglas

The Mirror

a mirror to look deep

into the inner being;

to reveal shadows of self;

flaws and fears;

yet to reveal the reasons behind

the imperfections;

healing until grounding;

hearts in the heart of the earth;

flakes from a single core;

shadow images like metaphors

for sacred waters;

we are water;

water and force;

the force of the mind;

a portal to realms

that cannot be seen;

to interact with;

to sharpen inner sight

while squatting within

our faint-hearted souls;

worms as teeth to eat us all;

in the mirror of death;

an inauspicious one;

under a cinnamon sun;

where life means flowing blood;

or sap; sap is like blood;

it contains water; 

flowing water that moves

all over the earth;

tsunamis, monsoons, floods;

there is no move in the ice;

in Antarctica;

only below it,

near the heart of the earth;

life expands its wings with

the speed of

a contagious disease;

seeds, sowing;

laughter is contagious;

Sometimes,

it's hard to understand

why people laugh

when they're happy;

Mostly people need

words; they need love when

they mirror themselves

in the light of God;

to understand this

existence up to a point;

love, word, and knowledge;

holy refraction within

when the soul

is prepared to perceive

only goodness;

the polluted water cannot

refract the light;

being like a flower;

folks like

cinnamon flowers

in the spring rain;

light absorption;

water absorption;

reflection and refraction;

to grow up and

to rise as freely as

the waters flow.

This Universe

In this enigmatic universe, the perceptions is

like a vivid canvas carved upon the retina;

a dance of colors; reflections of the thought.

The stars’ songs whirl like the symphonic

 

notes; recurrence, rumination, reverberation.

This cosmos seems to be immutable.

A green comet looks like a gargantuan

emerald misplaced within the welkin;

 

lifeless; becoming wishy-washy; A green

comet doesn’t hold life; only glycine.

Life flows through the leaves; pulse within

the petals of a bloom. It is ebullient in this

 

well-thought-out created world, which is full

of anguish and many calaboose cells; farewells.

All thoughts glimmer like the far-off stars or

contract like the black holes but only up to a

 

certain point. All musings spring forward from

the well of the Sacred Insight; a surreal painting

upon the texture of our minds; I love this

universe holding the sacrosanct truths.