The Mirror Looks In a Mirror

Where is the Original

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror." - Rabindranath Tagore

When the mirror looks in the mirror what does it see?

An infinite stream of mirrors

Reflection upon reflection

But where is the first, the original?

Seemingly lost in this endless replication is the original face

The face you had before your parents were born

The one of which everything else is but a reflection

A true reflection

Accurate to every detail… except one

It is only an image

Like an echo with infinite reverberation

The sound of an unstruck bell

When I look into the face of madness I am mad

When I look into the face of wisdom I am wise

When I look into the face of sadness I am sad

In the tiger I am predator

In the gazelle I am prey

All reflections in endless mirrors

And still, I find no original

Just an empty space

Filled with a universe

The sweetest fragrance but no flower

The enrapture song but no singer

Like the mirror beholding its own reflection

An endless echo

Yet the original remains unseen

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