Duality and the Battle Within

Standing in the doorway of death
There stood a mirror that reflected
the intensity of her thought,
onto which side of the mirror she stood
was the question that tore at her soul.
Did it reflect
the feelings of a passion interred or
the reality of her existence blurred.

In this mirror,

Absorbing and reflecting the constrains of duality,
To lose the temporal sight of birth,
slicing by the mirror,
and then to see through the mirror
The destruction of the ego,
Yet feral desire exists within,
shadows , obscures.

The bonds re-form,

The mirror divides
when Time's loop is ignored,
dissolving in tune
as time unites with space,
a liar in its true form,
reflecting day to this soul
while absorbing and slowly leaking,
spitting night to the other.

From the light that can only exist in darkness,

In belief and in doubt all that is
structured will collapse,
what then will you admit?
It did exist, nay fool! what do you see?
There is nothing here anymore,
Time has played his cruel trick on you.

Sighing,

And what did exist? That fleeting specter
blazed straight across for the moment
captured and formed, forgotten
and then formed again with exaggeration
or the image , false exaggerated in its birth,
but does not change,
what then is true?

It keeps on turning,

In the doorway of death
trapped in a corridor between two worlds
the structures exist and fade,
like smoke, it still fills
as it collapses into nothingness
in front of the mirror,
orbs looking into the orb
neither is true.
Which side is true? Are both form or illusion,
Am I the illusion?

To wonder again, futile, aching,

That which exists in a moment,
temporal passing fading
as truth undone, and then remade
The mirror is turning
She stands in the doorway of death
looking into it.

Nandi
completed? 03-11-08