Did I see My shadow there?
It does not look like me.
disfigured, disconnected,
mutilated by objects in between
Mirrors have different ‘effects’
cameras have filters and lenses.
How do I recognize my own ‘self’’?
devices have so dulled my senses.
I seek a mirror which
to mould to my shape
realtime, real-form
in the same space.
Relativity contradicts
concepts of the Absolute
core energy is shadowed
by superimposed mass
I am One, shadows many.
growing in different directions.
The disconnect is real
the resemblance uncanny.
Reena Saxena 
I rarely resemble myself, and yet I am still there, I might just be an idea afterall, I will know when arms encircle again. Until then, shadows. I love this Raxeena, officially my favorite of yours, so honest and vulnerable. Printing it for the wall (on a bulleting board resembling Plato’s cave). 😉
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Thank you so much 🙂 We are what we think we are. Reality can differ.
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yes
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An interesting poem Reena. Sometimes it is hard to see our real self when blocked by so many other perceptions.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Nice line: “I am One, shadows many.”
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Thank you, Frank!
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I believe it is good to be connected with yourself, the true you.
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We are unhinged in absence of that vital bond.
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This has a very mystical mood. I like the mix of mirrors and shadows.
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Thank you so much!
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