I talked to the Man in the Mirror
Who led me to the Mirror in the Man
The thoughts that I reflect upon
That shape how I understand
He told me that to know him
I first had to let him be
To go back to his original state
Untethered and wholly free
Before he was a father
Before he was a son
Before he was just a survival tool
That state where he is One
His suggestion threatened my ego
I feared I would not exist
Without my mind to remind me of who I was
How could my ideas of me persist?
But he told me that all my big ideas
Led me further from the Truth
They were just stories I told myself
So that my so called life had proof
He said the Man in the Mirror
Is not really my reflection
That I was focusing all my power
On a mere ego projection
My mind shining through a filter
That casted only a shadow of myself
That I then looked at Creation through
Seeing shadows everywhere else
This was really hard to swallow
How could this really be?
How can I know who I really am
If my body isn’t me?
And what of other bodies?
If they’re not people, who are they?
And if I try to tell them this,
What will these other bodies say?
Maybe what they’re supposed to,
To ensure that they survive.
But if that is all that we can do
What is it that makes us come alive?
If we are not all these categories
And boxes people check
Are we really anything at all,
When further we reflect?
That’s really a scary thought
But one we have to entertain
If we ever are to know ourselves
As more than programs in our brain
In fact, the fear we feel around this
Is just another survival tool
Because the brain’s designed to not admit
When its programming has been fooled
Try it if you doubt it
Just try thinking something new
Say something that you don’t believe
And see what your brain will do
Synapses will start firing
Doing pattern reconstruction
Telling you what you already “know”
Just like the brain is supposed to function
It’s not easy to resist this
Even when higher knowledge has been revealed
We cannot do what we want to do
As long as the former pattern’s sealed
When I heard this, I couldn’t deny it
I had experienced the same
My brain was making all the rules
When I thought I controlled the game
This thought was so frustrating
The cognitive dissonance started hurting
Trying to hold these opposing thoughts
Was severely disconcerting
That’s when I remembered
Something in the Bible that I read
“Greater is He that’s in you.”
So I listened to “Him” instead
The “me” that is in the world
Started running out of time
As I began my transformation
Through the renewal of my mind
Paul said to die daily
Renewing body, mind, and all
Living from our heavenly body
That is aligned with our mind’s true call
But to do this we must surrender
We lose our lives when we try to save it
So the only Way to truly live
Is to return our lives to the One who gave it
This is the Mind that is in Christ
The Mind begotten but never born
According to the Original pattern
And not the ones to which the brain’s conformed
© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II
Just the first two lines alone was like BAM! Your poetry is ineffable.
I don’t know what ineffable means. Does it mean no one can eff with my poetry?