In this life time, we hold mirrors up for each other.
Each and every one of us.
In each and every encounter.
An exchange of energy, yes, but also a valuable chance to really see 👀 ourselves. Through the eyes of another.
How you feel about me. . . The thoughts that arise, the judgements made, the light you witness. . . All merely reflections of you.
Sometimes you make me uncomfortable.
Arousing feelings of fear.
Sometimes I hate you.
Curse your name.
Wish to smash you to smithereens.
As you, your intentions aside, show me the darkness within my own soul. Darkness I am not always ready, nor willing to yet relinquish.
But sometimes you see me, Love at my core. We see each other.
The windows to our souls directly facing and finally we witness that which we yearn to see reflected back to us.
‘Namaste’ we say. The light in me recognises the light in you.
Other times I can hear your thoughts and I try a little too hard to compensate for your misinterpretation of me.
As though I could force you to speak my language in my native tongue.
But then I remember, one can only meet you at the place in which they’ve met themselves. Your opinion of me really is none of my concern.
It is simply a reflection of you. For you.
The mirror you hold to highlight my insecurities? That’s the image I claim as my own. And it shows me where to pour my love.
‘She must fill up her own cup first!’ They speak of me whilst I sleep.
‘She needs to fill her own cup.’
But I didn’t know how, until now. Now I see the mirrors and I’m no longer hiding from what they have to show me.
Now I’ll take the reflections and I’ll look at myself. And minus the man – made concept of shame and my ego’s desire to judge, I’ll see my own shadows. The sore bits. Tender to touch.
I’ll see where they came from. Shine my truth torch on that subject. Embrace it. It’s part of my life’s tapestry afterall.
And then I’ll release it. Let it go. Nurse the wounds with the love I know I encompass.
Love for you.
Love for myself.
Love for the journey.
Because when our cups are full our mirrors will gleam.
And we can hold them up higher, knowing that truth love and light will bounce and beam and finally be seen.