A broken mirror has no meaning
But what imagination makes
Simply reflects a scattered image
Of an ever changing space
— a.r.
Hotel Intercontinental Panel 2
~ by April on April 8, 2014.
Posted in Meditation, Poetry, Twitter, Whimsy
Tags: Belief, Fear, Impermanence, Micropoetry, National Poetry Month, poetry, Superstition, Twitter
A perspicuous perception. Nice.
Why thank you. 🙂