Convolution

A fool used his eyes to find himself

And when he had found a mirror

He negated the significance of his eyes

While seeing his reflection

He considered self a passing apparition

Then credited the mirror

For containing the world

Such convolution!

Can one turn their eyes 

Upon themselves?

Why measure 

Then discount the rule?

A reflection cannot rob identity

And a mirror is empty 

Without the light of reality

A wise man closes his eyes

And enters mind

He finds self

The source of knowledge

And realizes

The universe 

Revealed within

A permanent fixture

No one takes notes 

On a burning piece of paper

To perceive the truth perpetual

While embracing self-extinction

Is an exercise unequaled in futility

The infinite comprehends the finite

And constants are the backdrop of change

Who can clock eternity with a stop watch

Or measure the boundless with a yard

Why then weigh mind in a thimble of flesh

And self in the wind of mortality