While standing in front of a mirror
Looking at the image reflecting a part of me
Which one is real?
One who faces me or the physical self that I can feel
Duality and dilemma, a distance unfathomed
Is it curious just like me?
Maybe communicating wavelengths have some answer
In meditative silence the reflective facade intrigues
Contradictions are duplicated
Captures stillness and imitates the tone of any dialogue
Madness or inquisitiveness to delve into the unknown
Ecstatic neurons may translate the unrefracted, subtly
Where does the image take refuge?
If it strolls beyond the unseen forever, with eternal reflection
Or, reverses the steps to retire among the place of origin
In a moment two worlds are created
Mutually dependent, searching for the meaning of reality
What if, reality rests in the particles?
It will take more than curiosity to reveal the truth
Mirroring the mind with accuracy is secret of eternity