Saturday, January 24, 2015

A poem best labeled as a "work in progress"

The Speck:

I am the speck which dwells beneath your feet.
ever gleaming a reflection of that not so sweet.

In my visage you embrace
that deepest fear of your own face.

I am the shard of broken mirror
which recalls your deepest horror.

In me is all you dislike about yourself
that which you would place upon the shelf

In love and trust I came,
in knowing me revealed your shame.

You know not how divine you are,
for you see not what and who you truly are.

All beings great and small,
are parts of the greatest consciousness of all.

Except myself you see - 
for I am the speck reflecting only me.