Metamorphosis, still a work in progress

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Ralph Waldo Emerson’s secret

“Do you know the secret of a true scholar?

In every man there is something wherein that I learn from him;

and in that I am his pupil."

                  RALPH WALDO EMERSON

                                1803 –1882

Alice was reading Psychology Today that had pictures and

conversations she liked so much in a book that looked (how queer it seemed

that it is so very remarkably) like a magazine, when she felt so sleepy she

again followed the same White Rabbit who appeared not so long ago (or so

she thought the very thing absurd, indeed.) The queer Rabbit with pink eyes,

a watch in his waistcoat-pocket, and then too - a fan and a pair of white kid

gloves - both of which were again missing, alas this not so pleasant creature,

I should think got her down the same Rabbit Hole where she fell back again to square one that really

began with the question:

 "Who in the world am I?"

 

There is more to the looking-glass of Alice

Something that escapes the ordinary vision

Nothing of the 20/20 even

Myopia is an over-used excuse

For ignorance

I have my reflection there

Mimicking me so well

I can not tell the difference

Between two writers

Jostling for attention

One can not juxtapose over the other

Because the difference is telling

The soul can not be duplicated

It writes with depths

Without the pen

The mind connives with the hand

To write what it sees

But the soul

Gets in the way

And rewrites

The story contained in

The looking-glass

If you can read backwards

With the reflection of the paper

Then perhaps

You will know what I mean

When you ask again

Who I am

I can not be just the reflection

It is really of no consequence

When the affinity to the Divine

Takes precedence over

The limiting reality of l am