This Holy Birth

This Holy Birth

I don't know why
I thought it was
only You
that could be born
in such a way

And when the
reflections of
all the mirrors
showed me
this original face
all I could do was
look away...

'oh no not me,
not now,
and certainly not
as I am.'

I'll search
struggle
strive
and never be quite
there
by the way
where exactly
is the Island of There?

Letting go
all this fiction
and dancing without joy
eating without nourishment
sleeping without rest

I turn
to the mirror
once again
to see.

Yes.
Just this.
this Holy Birth
in every breath.

I lost myself in reflections
until I saw the reflections
were all me.

Scott Patrick Schwenk 5/13/09