May the Mirror be Faced

May the Mirror be Faced With new reCognition
A New I born From repetition
Of ancient sounds
Burrowed deep
Within the blessed soul
Who sleeps
Upon the wheel Of premonition
That pokes and prods
This sacred mission
Of god-in-hiding
To forgive the Mind That cries inside him
Divided into whither
And whence
Perched upon hallowed fence
That splits the world From Sight and Sense
The rebirth of Light In the newly born Sun
Til the Name has no number
Not even The One
May the Mirror be Faced With new reCognition
A New l born
From repetition

CLJ 1-1-2026