How many would dare to discard all the trappings and possessions of the Ego you mentioned Doc / #Ian Weinberg, and stand in front of a mirror and say:
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
is this all there is to me after all?
Am I just this form that soon would fade,
or is there something hidden behind its shade?
Is there a substance behind this style,
or some all-knowing entity behind this smile?
Will you reveal that too, if I deliberately shatter you,
Or would you force me to self-reflect and start anew?
I will remain but a thought once gone,
or linger as a memory spurred by a feeling;
or be spread across a few pages as something expressed,
and yet might speak of things yearned for or repressed.
But for how long... and would it all come to naught?
All that I borrowed, all that I bought?
Would they be of really no help at all,
all the things I stole or desperately sought?
When my mind finally would rewind,
to quick-erase the past in memory left behind;
would it gather only the deep impressions to keep,
as it dissolves into consciousness forever to sleep?
When I rise again, in a new form with a new face,
Would I have no inkling and carry no trace?
Will I seek you again, in uncertainty and pain,
and ask these same old questions, that haunt me like a refrain?
May the last thoughts I hold, be pure and pristine;
and like you reflect again, the next situation of the next play ...and of its first joyous scene.
Inspired by: Doc Ian Weinberg
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