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My Morning Mirror
May I awaken to the light of
my own true nature.
- - - -From a Buddhist Prayer
Looking through the image
before me in my morning mirror,
in a moment's transcendent concentration,
was a stranger staring back at me.
It was an aged face I saw
of steadfast, peering eyes,
a dour page of withered text
composed by time's darker inks.
What lingering memory in morning's mist,
carved those deepened lines,
of loss and choices with no remaking,
etched that face before my mirror dark?
Like an ancient tome to its shelf consigned, ...