Story of the Magic Mirror

(written August 1993)

I am a magic mirror but I don't see things far away and long ago. I see inside people, or rather, feel inside people with blindfolded fingers. So I know when you evade points, and where the gaps are in your memories that you don't want to try to cross, but I don't know what awaits you in the dark. Your private mind is your own. I just know the shape of it.

I would like to know, if you would like to tell me, for then I would meld even closer to your form. I know what you want in a person and I become it as far as is good. When you speak I will always understand for my deaf ears cannot hear the words with the skill that my other senses can. You are always welcome in my arms, for if I know you then I can shelter you, if that is what you wish. Sometimes I don't always know.

I try to be aware of everything with a mental/psychic "peripheral vision", so that I can know, guide, teach, do, survive. Intuition and vision and connection are the tools I work with, to see the patterns within patterns that act as the guides and weave templates of life.


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