Zen and Lucas Samaras’s Inner Mirror Cube

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Note:  If you step into this cube and the entry door is then closed, you will understand this sonnet…

and perhaps much else about yourself and about much else.

What happens when perfected meets the true,

The true that always was and always will

Be?  Eyes of perfect mind must see right through,

Right through and through.  There will not be a spill

Of any truth where mirrors look across

And see each other’s depths reflected in

Each other endlessly.  There is not loss.

What always was and is can now begin

Again repeated flawlessly both forth and back,

Then back and forth, then forth and back, no end

In such a perfect circumstance no lack

Can enter.  Here perfections only blend.

  The perfect guide has made the Master.  Paired,

    Two mirrors are perfection squared, squared, squared.

~ Phillip Whidden