Look at everything you see
And see only - your Self.
Everything's a mirror -
The knowledge, the book
And also the bookshelf.
Knowledge to me, knowledge to you
Is so different - why?
A mirror of understanding
How aware are you
How aware am I?
One day a laugh
One day a tear you find
Even the very same book
Only reflects
Your state of mind.
A tome of wisdom
Or a piece of dead wood?
Is that bookshelf
An unjustly cut forest
Or an artisan's livelihood?
Yet learning gives awareness
And reading, emotions a cue
All the while
You create your experience
Your experience creates you.
