MIRROR, MIRROR

 

MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL

WHO IS FAIREST OF THEM ALL?

 

OH QUEEN, THOU ART OF BEAUTY RARE

BUT SNOW WHITE, LIVING IN THE GLEN

WITH SEVEN LITTLE MEN

IS MANY TIMES MORE FAIR...

 

What kind of mirror makes these comparisons?

     Implies only one can be fairest

     the others inadequate?

 

How is that magic?

     Any dysfunctional family can manage that-

     Any wounded parent do the same!

 

Pardon the pun-

     but magic mirrors aren't all they're cracked up to be...

 

If you want to see your true self

     find a different reflection:

     Maybe in a still green pond, deep into the woods

     or reflecting back off the morning sun on the ocean

     or a brief, insightful glimpse

          in a falling raindrop

          or a falling tear.

 

Reflections needn't be visual

Your true self might be reflected back

     in the sounds of the surf at morning yoga,

     a voice from a sacred temple

     or a song on a CD.

Or in the stillness

     when your heart is held in love.

 

Touch can be a clearer reflection

           than any "magic" mirror.

     A hug from a redeemed mother

     or holding Jesus' hand.

     The touch when someone doubles you.

 

We are reflected

     in love and in laughter

     by those who know us deeply.

 

The important principle

     for reflecting our true self

     is that it invites us to expand

     to be more of what makes us special.

 

A magic mirror is no more

     than a reflective pie plate.

A true reflection doesn't run out-

     or run away.

It waits until we are ready

     to authentically see.

 

So find a safe place

     create a home base,

     and fill it with at least five honest reflections

          (for we've all met at least one

          Wicked Witch, Harsh Stepmother, or Evil Queen.)

 

Open your eyes, your ears, your heart-and know what supports

     the reflection of our true self

     is becoming a true reflection

     for others.

 

Thank you Dale, Nina, and  my psychodrama family from summer camp, for the gifts of the week:, for the learning, the love, the laughter, the support, and for the rich imagery.  I hope this poem can be one small reflection of our experiences, and to say Thank you.    Steve K

 

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