Mirror of 'Me'.

Landing from a shaky ship through life's lanes,
on the lonely island and its abandoned shore,
a crystal palace you see,from mankind's lore.
You watch the flight of a white falcon
and the grass that surrounds the crystal palace,
as the thick wind blows the grass bows...
and you walk into the palace of prose..
The silver walls and the ruby red carpets
whats this place and and what it harvests?
and in that wonder you see a big mirror...
eternally there , eternally here...
The Mirror of ego's spouse
the mirror of me ,me ,me...
the one you carry wherever you be.
you look into it and admire your face,
your youth, your beauty ,your fine dress.
And even if you are not in youth but old
You still see the stories you have told.
Young and old, you all love and admire ..
this mirror's reflections ,your life's fire...
This Mirror of 'Me' is only thing we see,
but do we ever think and ponder...
This mirror is but one thin plane...
lined with silver and mercury
and all that is vain?
It hides more than it reflects..
a whole world behind it that nobody takes..
what if we shatter the mirror of me me me
and see for once whats beyond this plane?
But man's hazy mind loves the mire more
of reflections ,we keep the score..
Yet if some crazy Man,
From Krishna's ,Christ's or Buddha's clan..
thinks about breaking this seducing plane
and take flight to other side..
like the white falcon into setting sun..
over the limitless horizon of spread ocean..
hurling deep into the new dimension..
behind this Mirror of 'Me'
that day ,we would also like to see,
May be then, we all could be Free!!
(Oh but you then carry on
with your own finest mirror of 'Me',
unless you see..until you be)