House of mirrors
There’s a door at the back of my heart
opening upon a heaven-lit garden –
the moon: the shining
bow of a ship
plowing a star-glittered sea.
I stumble upon that door occasionally –
(an exit from this house of mirrors)
linger at the threshold.
Your flute-music is on a breeze
scented with jasmine and neem.
When the music pauses, I hear a Voice
calling my
name.
But, always, always, I turn back
into the depths of my heart
where mirror upon mirror reflects
the image of the one I most love.
O child of God, how long will this enchantment last?
Find that door again and escape this house of mirrors.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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