I see reflections
Mirrors façade
Of who I be,
Causes me wonder
The while envisage
Held state interior,
Imaging images
Shapes as I see,
Risks find exterior
Created inferior
To image ought be,
Thought fair or bold
Albeit meld justly,
Might not be image
Of persona be whole!
Poetry on a Canapé 
Great arriving at that ending.
Your too kind…for this perfectionistic stickler, who has just made four small virgo-ish grammatical edits.
Thank you my friend… Jean-Jacques
A typo has nothing to do with oneness. That too is included in the big picture. No such thing as perfection. But the sense of a persona feeling whole, now that is pretty darn close.
Reminded me of another thing I once heard Timothy Leary say in response to someone asking him who are you, “A different person depending on who’s asking,” he responded. Most of the time I feel like that and find it weird, while inside it’s the same “me” looking out at the world without identity. Go figure.
Well dear lady, old habits die hard, but if there is no such thing as perfection, these words of yours are not too far removed. Thank you for shinning your light in my direction. Always appreciate your wisdom.
Now there’s a memory… Timothy Leary, wow! That sure brings me back to an interesting epoch of my life. Some great, and some sad for they who followed his Pied Piper-ing too closely.
You made my day dear friend! Thank you for all of it.
Jean-Jacques