Spiritual hedonism

I look into a mirror and I see myself
I look into myself and I see a mirror

a me that reflects all that I have done
everything that has happened in life
making me the person I have become

Mostly, I like what I see

The reflection mostly makes me smile
sometimes I even laugh out loud at it

Mostly, I am satisfied with the view

Rarely does such reflection cause me
pain or strife, worry or frustration.

Not anymore

That mirror was cracked; distorting
but bad luck and dubious karma cannot
simply be Windexed away without streaks

so I threw it out.

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poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.