Jots and Tittles and other Random Things

Mirrors of My Mind

Mirrors cannot judge
They can only reflect
The judgement comes
In the interpretation
of what I see

The interpretation comes through the filters of my mind; the positive and the negative. Mirrors are only glass. They reflect what they see: the good, the bad, the ugly. Warts and blemishes. Smiles and the sparkle of the eyes.

What foundation am I laying for my self-judgement? Am I kind? Am I envious? Do I care for others? Am I applying the Golden Rule in my life? Or am I trying to just coast by and do the bare minimum.

Reflections, not only of glass but in my mind's eye.

Hopefully, this is not "clear as mud" with my marbles swirling around.