"Mirror of Consciousness"
I can't prove the illusion! I can't prove the fact!
So...all I am left with is to walk the path with a mirror in my hand.
But the gurgling sound in my throat tells me -
I once knew this! I once learnt this!
Now all that keeps me company is a tiny grey bat, hanging from my breast plate
reminding me that sleep sits just above my head.
"Passages"
When we die, we pass from here to there.
The question remains as to where "there" is.