The cloud turned its face aside
“I cannot see myself as I ought.
The breeze has disturbed the water.
Do I even exist?”
Why do we let unreality distort
our mirror image?
Turning away does not change who we are.
The truth is not external.
Love yourself generously.
I faced Him at the Gates.
You stole from me, He said.
What did I steal from you?
You told them I didn’t exist and they believed you.
They could have been mine,
Feasting in my house.
The gates closed before me.
Broken Out Loud