That mine-blowing moment finally came
Where he saw his enemy
Face to efface
That fateful mourning
Infinitely more dangerous
And dreadfully more thorny
Than blood drawn in a close shave
Like a glance to the heart
None other
Then his own
Awe creation in a singular drop
An art rendering
Sow profoundly more
Than mirror winning
This poem reflects quiet literally those moments of epiphany when we see ourselves and our enemy as one. I am deeply intrigued by the psychological truth of projection, seeing the world as we are rather than simply as the world happens to be. 
This egocentric lens distorts larger truths but can serve as a powerful tool for self-discovery. Focusing on one’s self as an instrument of perception can offer valuable incites into how we navigate the world, often through a fun house mirror or speculative shadowy glances. Such reflection can be mighty humbling. I have been struck often enough by the philosophical and cosmological truth that wee are won by recognizing the sundry losses and fallings short that we each experience and bring to the world. I have found that reflecting on the oneness of humanity and creation has led me to be a better person in my peace of the whirled. Plus, the deep satisfaction of the experience of one has proven to me sow profoundly more than mirror winning. May you find countless moments that help you transcend mine-blowing ours.
