William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Eyes and Mirrors

It’s easy enough to see ourselves in other members of the animal kingdom, especially those with eyes most like our own, those deep pools of joy and sorrow and all else, as found in the neighbor’s dog or on the hill in a thoughtful cow. All are mirrors, all profound. And why not too the wriggling worm, the thorny bush, the rugged stone? Are they not in turn each eyes and mirrors themselves? Are we not all nourished by the same elemental, cosmic root? And when we gaze inward at our spinning star-consciousness, and become even momentarily aware of the rhythm, rhyme, and rock of our ship at sea, do we not feel, sense, and understand that there is no such thing as them, or even we, that there is but a single breath, and that when it ends, or if, it will always have been, and be?

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