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.
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