Like the guards at the Queen of Heart’s castle,
Flickering holograms, transparent to those who see.
Different from each of infinite angles.
Windows, the view through clouded by our own reflections.
A bright hologram, a window I can see through,
Where only I exist, where I meet the Beloved
In bliss, joy, boundless Love.
And windows get dirty, clouded by our own projections
And it is hard for others to see through
To meet the Beloved with you
In that space through the hologram, beyond the window.
114- Through The Window