...where Pen is mightier than the sword...
Favorite line: "Honesty is a gift few will accept." Couldn't be more true.
Mirrors offer it to all... :-)
I like Elena's favorite line, too. Well done.
Did Mr Jung call it " projection " ?
I'm sure somebody did! *smiles*
A lot of truth there
It's something I try to aim for, otherwise the words have less punch.
Just maybe the truth is too hard to accept..
Hard it may be, but there's not much point running away from it. :-) It never really leaves us!
Highly perceptive and beautifully written...
You are too kind, good sir. :-)
I know that mocking glass! Love your piece,x
A great expression of the thought within the thought to think about. The bigger the delusion the bigger the shadow. The bigger the shadow the bigger life events are played out to get you to look, Jung would say.
This brings slivers and reflections...facets of mirrors seen and unseen...beautifully gathered.
An exquisite poem depicting truth and wisdom..! :Dxoxo
Honesty is the mosy precious gift, treasured bu only a few.
We live in the age of 'selfies' - everything depends on our own reflection... How well you point out the deception.
I found this section of your poem interesting: "mirror which reflects others to themselves" because it feels to me like the poem is posing a question about reality beyond themselves. I like the images you used to express the importance of honesty.
Your depth of truth is riveting.
Hmmm, very thought-provoking.
Perception is the key factor, yes of courseMuch love...
The guile of denials can lead one astray. Positive attitudes often come with lots of apprehensions. Very true Jinsky!Hank
Self-delusion the easier pill to swallow, Thanks, jinksy. k. (manicddaily)
honesty is a gift few will accept...I love that line. So often we rail on and on about deception, but are cross when we are gifted with honesty. Probably because we don't like the view turned on us.
..... 'a mirror which reflects others to themselves' ... greatt line. Good write, Jinksy.
"a mirror which reflects others to themselves...." this is thought-provoking.
I don't trust any mirror. Well, apart from the skinny-mirror in my daughter's house!
There was a journalist who was imprisoned in China. For 1000 days.The first thing he did after his release at home was to look at his mirror. This story inspired my offering this week.Your poem reminds echoes this thought.
Thank you Jinsky.
It's all smoke and mirrors...
and to experience truth is naught but a fleeting moment beyond our instinctual analysis...........
Methinks your comment is as deep as my poem! lol x