(Across The Vast Stretch Of Mirrors)

                        I

Across the vast stretch of mirrors

Looked through within a lifetime:

A circulation of journeys through mirrors fluid as blood

Pulsing inside countless corridors of memories,

Through a swirling vortex of rooms and buildings in the sky

Rushing across the gleaming surface

On one long reflective breath

Containing all that is seen between birth and death

The soul’s reflections circling

In the fire of time;

Waves of heat upon silver roads

Flowing across the vista of one’s self.

Ellipses of thought,

Ellipses of language

Like the ellipse of a comet

Carrying away one’s name

On the wake of its tail

Across the sky of one’s life

                           II

Remembrances

Lifting in a spiral of the heart’s lightning

Striking into the far environs of the mind

Seen from the balconies of the eyes

Streaking away in a trail of images,

An efflux of glittering dust.
And everywhere

The soul’s reflection rising from the panoply

Of twisting windows subtly shattering

Across the sky, opening it in a private, inner mosaic

Of one’s face, of countless faces

Of all one has ever seen

Uncountable glances of the One Self.

Billowing in oceanic clouds of eidolons,

Washing across a million liquid roads of silver fire

Rippling across the panorama of the completely forgotten

As roads become rivers, rivers seas

And seas rivers again.

A fleet of fleeting reflections, their manifest the Manifest

A million reflections running through the arteries.

The blood locked inside a body that casts an image,

A reflection in a mirror

Like silver sails in the moonlight

Beneath golden bridges of memory 

                                   III

Looking into time, into being

Seeing that our being is made of time,

Seeing that everything is made of time   watching everything

Ticking away

And everything we see is already a memory, already past

It substance a memory of memory

In perpetual transformation

With the commerce between past and present

Conveyed only by words and faint, small images like dust. 

                                      IV

The scope of one’s life gathered in a small gust of history

Telescoped into endless eddies

Of the One Breath that hovers in the gap,

In the pause of all memories

Impassioned and empained

Running in detours through the veins

Spreading over the surface of the One Breath

Unfolding in uncountable glances of one’s self

As again and again

The mind like a silver fan of mirrors

Sweeps open in a flash of inner-vision

Flickering through the silver air

In a breath  of recollected, tiny images.                                                                                                                                                                         

Transported on a breath

Pouring through the diaphane

Of this mental universe, through the One Mind

Slicing in parallaxes of places and events

Upon iridescent spheres of vision

Within the effervescing moment

In a succession s of heart beats

Frozen in memory,

Filling one’s vision with the melting view

Of all which one’s blood carries through the veins

The mirrory paths within running through

The body of memory

Inside veins of blood and lightning, of comet wakes

Carrying away one’s being, one’s time, one’s name