Language is Metaphor

The current of life flows through you.
Fueled by emotion, you create using
nothing but belief, as both heaven and hell
swirl around you as though real.
Your perception is the lens with which you see,
and it is shaded and blurred with deceptions
that you have named truths.

You cry out from hell as though a victim.
You rejoice from heaven as though a victor.
Yet, in reality you have made yourself both.

Up and down you go, day by day,
moment by moment, as though you
have no control, while you swing wildly
on this pendulum of life.

I watch this happen all around me,
and I marvel at the blindness that I see,
yet I am so grateful for this display, as
it has helped me recognize myself as you.

I know with a knowing that words
fail to express, that we are each bound
and tethered to the next, and what
I see in you, is in actuality, a mirror of me.