In the mirror I have seen
A healed memory
Of who walked often-taken
Paths
And got lost
But there were others there
In search of their compass
In the hope they will not
Find the North
Nor the South
It is the moment
Often-taken paths take away
From those who forget
That to find
One must stop
And just listen
I have stopped often
To find others next to me
Listening
… In the mirror
I have seen the healed memory
Of all those who stopped a while
To share the secret
Of being lost
In the moment
On often-taken
Paths
December 13, 2017
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017
