The Funhouse

As children we saw
with fright and delight
creatures revealed
in the dim funhouse light

Mirrors distorted
our reflections within,
some short and squat,
some tall and thin

Others showed faces
contorted and skewed,
with sinister smiles
leering and crude

This playful display
is not all that strange
but should seem familiar
with one minor change

Now the world is the mirror
and the manifest play
configures itself
in our own unique way

Our current experience
of the world we perceive
is shaped by conditioning
and what we believe

Anger sees other,
love sees the one,
and when this becomes clear,
the reflections are fun