Introspection Reflections Uncategorized

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.

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.