…and in time, in turn reflected

I look in the mirror at emptiness
a single crystal instant that holds my eternity in its grasp
a brief moment of perfection
where stillness and silence reflects all that lies in the heavens
it is a deep emptiness never troubled by commotion
upon its dark shining surface
it reflects its’ many forms, forever rearranged, over and over
while in its hidden depths, it recollects, remembers
and hoards every change, yet somehow remains unchanged
still imageless, details missing from the implied design
in vain, my doubts and sorrows, I constantly try to suppress
searching through paradox and puzzlement
mirrored one in all and all in one
connected as reflections and in time in turn reflected
the teeming emptiness is so immense
it has no centre and no circumference
and within its’ spacious never ending halls
I find strange doors in passageways
a complex lucid maze like mirrors, they turn
changing their reflections in all the colours of the dark
as they come and go
wild thoughts slowly circling throughout my mind
things that differ in degree, things that I cannot even see
but I know they can see me
I have fears I cannot face but cannot leave behind
and the images mirrored here, although presented as complete
in each minute detail , just as I am ever incomplete
it cannot ever be complete
for both emptiness and I, in our mutual dependence
can never cross the void
silent are our unwritten pages
yet the silence speaks louder than words
© Ann Bagnall
2013