What if A Window Was A Mirror?
I would see me, adorned and adorning; projecting.
I would see this as a form of imprisonment – like
my addiction to identity, consumerism, or trying to appease my God; not knowing
if it’s His voice, or just mine.
Would I notice, and therefore feel frustrated, that I can never
truly understand myself – knowing there are parts of me and my life
I can never access?
I am a mystery beyond my comprehension.
If I did know this about myself, would I then know that if I can barely
comprehend my entirety – how can I judge myself?
How can I judge you?
This mental illumination would then show hypocrisy in the shadows of me, of us –
that would be okay wouldn’t it? To cast light within?
To be honest with myself, and have myself be honest with me; this would be the beginning.
What If A Mirror Was A Window?
Would I see possibilities within me?
Would I see me forgiving another, before seeking an apology?
Would I see that virtue is more than the act of giving, but is,
the act of giving in secret?
Would I see that all conflict is the direct result of control?
Would I feel prompted to ask myself, ‘who is trying to control whom in this moment of conflict?’
Would I see that conforming to the convictions of another,
is to deviate from my own?
Would I see the selfishness in not living up to my full potential?
Would I not see how focusing on my own drama’s is me procrastinating?
If I could see all of this, would I not also see how every time I feel offended
by another, it is actually me offending myself through the lips of another? My fears
unwilling to be recognised; wanting to wear a mask.
Then I see that self-evaluation will douse all fire of contempt.
I see that life is an enigma, and when I try to piece it together; it crumbles
I notice now that I am looking into a window, a window that is dim with reflection;
and I see humility.
~ Kelly Hartland