Tides of Life

The tides of life will ebb and flow,

And time will not stand still.

No one has ever found time waiting;

I know we never will.

Some days seem slow,

While others speed before our eyes.

Some things change, some things don’t,

As we watch each day materialize.

Happy faces, sad faces,

Faces bored to tears

Every face, like our own face,

Has lines that show the years.

Let the lines show joy and peace,

And love and life and truth;

And may the light shine through your eyes,

To prove inside is youth.

Without Dissent

It is an ancient metaphor, the mirror.

Self-examination

Self-love

Self-loathing

Accepting the reflection as reality

But it is always backwards and often distorted

Mirrors are imperfect

Reflection representing raw reality

Leaving us to guess

At the gaps

And wonder

At the whispered affirmations

And accusations

Of a malicious mute object

That knows nothing

And sees nothing

And says nothing

Its power

Is in its wordless summarization

Of who and what we are

For we accept its judgment

Without dissent