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Infinite Reflection
by Divinity 11 11

Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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As I traverse the roads of new realities,

Weaving the tapestry of myself,

A booming voice within is heard,

“Welcome to eternity.”

Shortly after known creation,

As awareness of me grew,

You split me into

A clear duality of what

You observed in me

As same or different.


A mighty right created

By your love of what is similar,

And a clear wrong in difference

Determined by your fear.


Suddenly, I had two faces

That others recognized,

But then new things

Were seen in me

That did not fall into

The first beholden two.


I was left unstamped by some

As either right or wrong.

Accepting me with their apathy,

A trinity was born.


The more I shared myself,

The more you struggled to define.

Labeled with your precious words,

I became dissected and fragmented

As you tried to calculate continuity

Until you couldn’t see the whole.


As you tagged my toe

With your ideography,

You created worlds anew,

Where your word was the law.


You choose delusions of me

That fit your own desires.

What you loved or feared in me

Becomes the heroes and villains

That populate the sub-creations

Made in your own image.


You share with those who never met me.

It’s passed on down the line

With perpetual mutilation:

The delivery of infinity.


All who hear of me only choose to know

The wisp of me you sold to them,

Or the part of me they wish to see,

Until there is a different face

For everyone in every world

And I cease to be just me.


Stop belittling all I have to offer

By trying to succinctly cram me

Into your Webster’s definitions.

I am all that you describe and more.


Furthest segregated from me

And from the elemental truth,

The self standing emanations

Go on wagging tongues

Of the One they never met,

Further driving the continuum.


I find myself carried further

But still they are all just me,

Perceived, described and classified

Into each of their individualities.


A part of me can not understand

Why you wouldn’t just let me be.

Then I realize I created you to reflect

A part of me I couldn’t see.

Flesh made in my image,

I separated you from me.


It was never you that split me,

It was always me.

I am the secret instigator,

The original divide.


The alpha and omega,

It began with only One

On a search for self awareness

That begins and ends
With the only truth there is:

“I am.”


No further need for definition,

I collect what I scattered far and wide.

I wake up from my daydream

And find there is only me

Looking in a mirror

And loving what I see.


When boredom with what I know

Of my existence calls from deep within,

I’ll again step through the looking glass

Into the reflections of my imagination.

I’ll transform from passive observer

To willing and eager participant,

Exploring the playground of possibility.


I’ll further know myself,

By returning  once more

To the top of this poem

To flow through it all again.



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Reviewed by Regis Auffray 8/10/2006
A poem worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you for sharing it, Jessica. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher 3/4/2006
Reflections of a true poet wrapped up in her destiny of her own life "No need for definition", I collect what I scattered far and wide... nicely voiced words... Kudos to you!

Roger and Birgit
Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore 2/28/2006
self-perception is always a choice, isn't it. and then, we find out that what we thought wasn't really us after all. LOL a grand and laughable deception! and yet, so exemplary of the human condition. a truly elevated write, lil sista. you impress me the more i read.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 2/8/2006

This is wonderful write. I wish more people know what you are talking about. I hope they see themselves in here in your poem.

I must say that the first part was right on for in some instances some people like to feed their own fantasies at the expense of others.

But by the end of the poem you show your own strength when you discover yourself who you really are inside, and the person you are, and the self that you know best is the most valuable regardless of what others think.

Wonderful write!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Janet Parker 2/7/2006
In depth poem. Your intellectual gift shines.
Reviewed by Tami Ryan 2/7/2006
Whoa, Jess... this is an incredibly powerful and empowering piece. I hear and feel the strength as I read. Excellent work. (Sheesh, I should write as well.)

Reviewed by William DeVault 2/7/2006
good art should be a bit of an enigma, even to the creator of it. I look forward to re-reading this a few zillion times.
Reviewed by Divinity 11 2/7/2006
it was not written to a man or anyone in particular

it was written to humanity, and by humanity, i mean me
Reviewed by Felix Perry 2/7/2006
Looked into your eyes in the picture before reading this and I thought for a minute a man could get lost in a womens eyes literally.Then as I read the words you wrote I realized that he must have really did a number on you but then i read furether and found that you chose to do and allow him to do what he thought he was in control of,this is your words and you use them wisely to tell your story. Well written great picture and strong message.

Reviewed by Peter Paton 2/7/2006
This is quite a rant !
It took me three days to get to the bottom of the poem...:)

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 2/7/2006
Really, really good lines.
And the ending is rich with meaning and hope.
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