The mirror will crack a thousand ways to shatter your illusion
Only to scatter slivers of reality around you
Don't even try to piece them together..
For it takes a vision of lifetimes to be to bear to see the beauty of a
picture so perfect
Wield that sword, They call, courage to splice the picture
Just so that in your minds eye you  behold the beauty of that Phoenix
It's an old map that you have followed
Never changed the North Pole to the south.
Never diverted your one man army away to the eastern shore
Where the crystal flame lies dormant..
Dormant beyond the mirror..
To reach that mirror of profound beauty,
Become the tree not the birds..
Let the butterfly of love lend you its gossamer colours
So, you need know mirror to admire or reject
That which you know you are
Let the slivers scatter and collect
You will need only you -the tree- the bodhi tree.
With its golden dew of wisdom ,love and light..
 

- Irawati