Back to the Source
Like a Deer madly driven with desire
seeking its own musk..
Through the labyrinths of lives..
I sought myself in others
Void within sucked outside energies..
My mirror caught vivid reflections in myriad colors
How could I be so opposite..?
Till one day the mirror shattered
In the darkness.. with no reflections..
I caught sight of myself..
A light self effulgent, steadfast and strong..
filled my very being..
A journey forward ….
Going back a million miles beyond time and space.
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