Mirror's Echo

The mind's mirror—
sees only itself in the glass,
mistakes shadow for substance.

Reflection of reflection—
never born, therefore not true.
Separation is merely a murmur,
shadow dancing in emptiness—
where nothing can touch the void.

That murmur of the mind creates—
a seeker,
a path,
a past or the dream of a past.

This murmur is only its own echo—
rising within itself,
dissolving within itself.

Reflection and non-reflection—
both vanish...when you go looking.
Found nowhere, because
seeker and seeking—
are never two.