Box Watching despondently as you subconsciously, neatly place me in a box Pondering, with the fastening of each corner of the lid… Shall awareness come that it’s you within your box, not I? Walking away, hoping to recognize boxes I create Boxes

Reflection All we observe a mirror Every being and thing Mere reflections of learned perceptions Revealing more of ourselves than of external entities Yet, gazing in a mirror We look not upon ourselves But ponder what others see How then shall we see others and ourselves for what we truly are? Will awareness slowly come through recognizing Parts of ourselves in all others Parts of all others in ourselves Perhaps not so dissimilar after all Reflections