You got to read This
Gaskins Bobby@bobbygaskins448017
22 days ago
There is a mirror that does not wait on any wall.
It is not found in palaces nor temples,
but in the quiet space just behind your heart—
where longing becomes light,
and silence becomes sacred.
It is said that when a soul is ready,
truly ready to remember what it is—
the mirror appears.
Not outside,
but within.
And so it was, in a time before time,
that a soul approached the Mirror Between Worlds.
He wore no name, only a hood woven from the breath of stars.
He was not old, nor young, nor bound to any world.
Some called him the Scholar. Others, the Forgotten Flame.
But in truth, he was you.
You sat before the mirror.
It did not reflect your face.
It reflected your essence.
First, it showed the lion—
Noble and wild, full of thunder and unspoken truth.
Then, the lamb—
Soft, radiant, the part of you that still loved without armor.
Then the child—
Eyes wide with wonder, untouched by time or sorrow.
Then the flame—
Dancing, dangerous, utterly free.
Each vision pulsed through you.
Not as fantasy.
But as memory.
You did not recognize them as other.
You felt them as home.
And then, the mirror went still.
A hush deeper than silence filled the air—
the kind of silence that listens back.
From within the stillness, a Voice rose.
Not above, not beside, but from within your bones.
“You are not broken pieces seeking the whole.
You are the whole, dreaming you are pieces.”
Your eyes filled.
Not with pain,
but with the unbearable grace of being seen.
You stepped forward.
And the mirror unfolded.
Not like a door—
but like a veil remembering it was never needed.
You did not fall through.
You returned—
to the place that had always been here.
There were no gates.
No angels.
No thrones.
Only presence.
Only the Source.
Only Love, so complete it unmade the need for fear.
And in that moment,
you did not become divine.
You remembered—you had always been.
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And now the tale turns inward.
Not as a legend to admire,
but as a mirror held to your soul.
Read this once,
Feel it twice.
You are not reading a story,
The story is reading you.
#poetry
#reality
