Looking Glass

As I set my goals for 2012 I peak with excitement over the thought of actually getting some of my works published.  One of my many goals for years now.  I finally feel the need, want and yes...Shall I dare say it.  The desire to want to embark on that type of an adventure this upcoming year.  As the shifts occur, yearnings heighten and ideas blossom.  What better time then the year of the Mayan calender to allow myself to make these things happen.  So....I leave you with another tidbit from my steamer trunk of marvels to read, be inspired by and hopefully feel your own tingling of desire to live life authentically and most of all audaciously. 

Looking Glass

She looks through the looking glass with unassuming wonder.  All she sees is the youthful appearance, lasting love and happiness distorted.  Her smile, she smiles shows the test of ecstasy uncovered.  A childlike appearance at the grace of being discovered.  The joy which would start as a subtle note becomes quite something more.  Before she knows it her eyes are filled with contempt where callousness once sought.

He looks through the looking glass and all he sees is distorted clutter.  A vague picture of what could be but too time consuming to discover.  He conquers through the excess and gets to the prize.  A pint size pearl he claims as his for his deserving time.  He doesn't look back in fear, fore he may see.  All that illuminates is more then just the beautiful pearls sheen.  Taken by such a collection, he keeps it close within his grasp.  To brag and boast of his heroic past.  He awes and marvels at it every once in awhile.  Even though its cream, he dearly wishes it were anything but such.

This pearl of uncontaminated beauty, with its illustrious sheen.  Has now begin to crack around the edges from his constant mishandling.  The creaminess can no longer maintain its pureness and begins to turn to grey.  It dissolves its creamiest parts somewhere in attempts that no one will seek to see.  Soon he caste aside the pearl into a box.  Along with keys and such that have long outlived their duty, as masters of the lock.

She looks through the looking glass and all this time she sees, is what is....Instead of once what could be.  A grim and bleak existence of the illumination to the thought of what once was.  She grips the handle tighter and peering deeper into the glass does she.  To discover what lies deep beneath the surface is that of a true mystery.

The glass provides her with no more information for it has outlived its stay.  Instead when she looks into it this time all she sees is she.  Just a faintness of cream remains within the inner source.  Not at all as luminous as once was but very much wanting to be restored.
 ~M