I’ve had the world
spinning on an idea
yet I never became
Schopenhauer
I never saw it good
or bad or evil
it was simply there
as a mystery
wordless play
and the more I look at it
the more it became
an idle dream. . .
idealism
Beyond Language
The Poetry of Pablo Saborío
Beyond Language 
A very honest poem, rare to find especially on a blog. The image above couples your piece well, enhances the concept of a reflection clarifying and complicating an image at the same time. Thanks
I write, yet with two kids it has been awhile. i did enjoy the poem above.