Miracles Are Not About the World

 Miracles Not About the WorldThis morning I looked in the mirror—
Could not see myself but only your reflection.
I closed my eyes and opened door of the soul.
There in stillness, my universe collapsed—
Years seemed to pass and all I saw were fading morning stars.

My heart unfolded as blossom opens
When Sun rises over trees in early hours….
Within that sheltered space where heart knows love.
I heard an old forgotten song—
Whether my song or your song I could not tell….

Miracles are not about the world—
Instead they show what’s inside the soul,
Mysterious, yet so very real….
Join us to the wonder of Being—
This time, discovered as I saw myself within your eyes.

Something about this very moment
Seems imbued immemorial and universal.
It gives ephemeral substance to the world—
Your eyes, your skin— they teach my heart throughout,
Convey a tender union with Reality,
Fleeting— whether I wish otherwise or not.

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