The mirrors we do see outside,
And our core is there reflected.
When you do think -
Oh, that's not mine!
The mirror charms you
…And attracting
With view of beauty
Or the ugly look.
The soul's mirror
May you spook.
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The center of "me" asks me:
Who am I? From where did I come to world, which is my only feelings.
The center of the world asks me:
Who are you? The creature, whom I feel with all my creatures?
One day - you learn this:
…You are joined in view as from the outside, as from the inside... You - are the world. You ask Yourself... really...