It all began in eternity, lost in space.

                                                          Then I found myself here, looking around curiously and saying to the image in the mirror:

                                                      “The days fly by like horses galloping across time – some black, some white, some dappled. They trample the hours under foot, leaving them behind, forming a road disappearing into the distance.”

“And you, my friend, are mounted on such steeds,” replied the Mirror-Object. “Look closely at yourself. You are like a circus rider doing somersaults

                                                                    over

                                                                           and

                                                                                 over

                                                                       again.”

“I didn’t come into the world to prance about the horses,” I quickly objected, “even if they are beautiful and white decorated manes.”

“For your own good, my friend,” the Man-in-the-Mirror advised, “don’t complain like the others or you will end up trampled beneath their hooves. Like the hours you will be stretched out over the earth, making a road leading backward.”

The Mirror-Man vanished, leaving only a meditative whisper behind.

                                                               So I returned to where I belonged.

                                Every day now, I sit in front of the mirror, powdering my face, donning my harlequin costume, doing my act – hoping to make others smile.

                        But learning never ends.

So many times I fall off

my horse

or

I perform

so badly

that

all I manage to do is

cause tears.

Thought: Thoughtless.