Reflection in the Glass

Reflection in the Glass

I look into the glass at the wrinkled face staring back at me.

Is that me staring at me? 

How can that be? 

How can the me I see be the thee I be? 

 

I hear mental voices echoing that time is running out...

as this aging form stares back at me.

I watch as this form twists its head in pensive thought.

Am I these thoughts that I am thinking?

How can that be? 

How can the thoughts that are heard being thought

be the hearer of those thoughts? 

This question pulls me deeper into the eyes of this reflection. 

Is that me staring at me? 

How can that be?

How can the me I see be the thee I be?

 

As I watch this image in the glass, I feel the body's sensations,

I sense the aches and pains of age, and the tension of 

a life time of resistance forming one big knot

in the center of this gut,

while this reflection stare back at me.

Am I this that is sensing the world around me and in me?

How can that be?

How can that which senses be that which it is sensing?  

How can the thoughts that are heard being thought

be the hearer of those thoughts? 

These questions pull me deeper  into the eyes of this reflection. 

Is that me staring at me? 

How can that be?

How can the me I see be the thee I be?

 

 

I watch as the brow scrunches up with fear and worry 

over the body's eerie reminders.

Am I the emotions I am experiencing?

How can that be? 

How can the fear I feel be the me that feels? 

How can that which senses be that which it is sensing?  

How can the thoughts that are heard being thought

be the hearer of those thoughts? 

These questions pull me deeper  into the eyes of this reflection. 

Is that me staring at me? 

How can that be?

How can the me I see be the thee I be?

 

Aha.

I am not the form I am staring at.

What I see is just a surface reflection

temporarily captured by the glass.

It will not last.

I am not the passing sensations,  

the thoughts,

 or the emotions

being observed and experienced.

I am the eternal Observer, 

the Experiencer, 

the “I Am,”

that exists beyond the eyes that are looking

and the eyes that are staring back. 

I am not the “me” that I see

because there is no me.

I am the “Thee”.

And I am the "Be"

that will be there when I look away. 

 

© Dale-Lyn (Pen), February , 2024

Well that came out of me after listening to the below podcasts/videos and thinking about yesterdays' poem, "I am Thee". . 

A line that caught me today...might be paraphrased...my bad. 

You are the Seer, the indwelling being; you are the one who knows you are there. Michael Singer

 All is well!

Michael A. Singer/ Letting Go (February, 2024) Coming to Peace with Your Heart and Mind. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egzp65HXa6E

Thich Nhat Hanh/ Plum Village App. (2020) Calm-Ease. Guided Meditation by Thich Nhat Hanh. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHvtIcaD194