MIRROR WISDOM

In light of morning sun

I strike and lop

a dewy white rose from its vine,

In each of the ten directions.

They fall simultaneously, and I am submerged in a deluge of roses

    By light of the moon

I hurl a rock at the mirror

in each of the ten directions.

They shatter simultaneously, the reflection

brighter than ever!

      -Michael Fallarino,
Catskill N.Y.