I rarely look into the mirror,

Or find the need of an appearer

For I see no reason to see,

About something that’s not me

For material it’s a reflection,

The immaterial sees deception

For it’s not even that sheer

Black or red on it’s rear

For reflection, just dive in

the abyss under that skin. 



I have reached a temporary state of Emptiness where I see the cup is empty and remains so until the physical or mental interventions pour, to make it full again. I don’t know how to empty it and my next journey is to experience how to let the cup remain empty and empty forever and never let anything fill my cup of emptiness.