In Search of Self

The mirror watches me and yet does not reflect my feelings Oh, the brightest light of creation Call out my name and reclaim me, take me in your arms For I’ve woken up in you like a disturbed glitter I’ve lost myself and I’m in search of it Oh, fallen hands, rebel, rise up and take back the light of creation And Open its eyes so that self can see itself, stare at itself, and dance and turn around itself