Kaleidoscope

[Not a poem but a thought fragment] 

Like a little kid
Who broke open the kaleidoscope
To discover, to his disappointment,
That the intricate patterns inside
Were just the reflections on the mirrors
Of the boring world outside

The self Broke open the mind
To discover, to its dispassion,
That the intricate patterns inside
Were just the reflections on the senses
Of the inactive world outside

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