the mirror conspiracy

in unison
the passing clouds
ask the empty sky:
'since aeon, who is seeing
and who is being seen?'

'darshan! darshan!'
chants all night the crazy moon.

'there is a conspiracy here!'
shouts the flying eagle,
who always had a reputation
for wonderful vision.

the reflection of moon
on my backyard pond,
in its heart of heart
suggests silently,
'lets call it
the mirror conspiracy.'


(c) MysticSaint
Boulder, Colorado