In the morning we rise to rinse our faces
Of the residue of dreams and crust in the corners of our eyes.
The mirror holds an image of the person who is showing up today,
For how we show up for ourselves
Is how we show up for everyone else.
Do you pull your hair back lovingly to present your face to others?
Your hair tucked sweetly behind your ear,
So that you may See the ones in front of you?
Do you nourish yourself fully,
And contently step out to greet the world,
A vessel that is to be poured,
Instead of a cup that rattles for change?
Do you take just a minute
To occupy the space behind your eyes
And the one within your heart
So that your mouth moves to make sounds of
Instead of acting, on autopilot,
Playing the part of a Self
That is in reality, somewhere else?
Blow the dust off the mirror and clear the image
Everyday, every moment that you have to,
Polish and dust away every instance that you show up,
Never letting dirt settle on the way in which you see yourself.
Wipe clean the smudges and grime,
Old water marks from fingertip messages that were never true...
No, keep showing up for yourself.
Because no one will do it for you,
And with a clean reflection I may be able to place my hand
On the surface in front of us
And we may sense that maybe
There is nothing between us