A mirror before me I have...
...wherein I see my face;
A Mirror Cannot Lie!
This beautiful face when I look at...
...my lips dilate to talk to my image;
The paradox!
My image is both talking and mute!
My image is both seeing and blind!
My image is both hearing and deaf!
My image betrays my emotions and feelings!
My image exposes to the world what I hide!
My image lets my treasures open!
My image carries the Spirit of my silence!
My images carries the Spirit of my fire!
My image but secretly winking at me...
...and says:
'you have the brightest origin! '
No other person can, but I can hear my image;
My image is not of other than me!
When I want to know the divine reality...
...I thrust my eyes in the mirror of Manifestation;
Cause a mirror is truthful of all, it cannot tell a lie.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem