autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.

mirror, mirror, in my mind’s eye…

…reflects more truly, by and by:

language creates life
syllables enacting it
with words, we create

inner and outer
all things shaped by synapses
we remake ourselves

what pattern, followed?
the one natural to us?
the one others like?

which brings joy to life?
can joy live by rejection?
pick crumbs from the floor?

the mirror, my friend,
shows not what I think I am,
not what others do

true neutrality
it reflects only what is
I decide meaning

what sets my meaning?
can the power live elsewhere?
refuse delusion.

there are no vain trees;
no frustrated buttercup,
longing to be rose…

lessons in nature
found also within ourselves
when we care to look