Going out there is no other,
coming back there is no trace.
Though we must love one another,
whose is the beloved’s face?

Start from wherever you think you wish to,
you cannot end up in a different place.
Examine carefully the mirrors around you.
All that you see is the same old face.

Blame not the mirror for malformation.
Polishing glass will not improve the skin.
If you wish for transformation,
seek out a smile that warms from within.


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