Mirror Gaze Revelation

What if, with the One’s
mirror gaze, we discover
we’re doing enough?

what more we could do?

Broken Mirror, Broken Pipe, Help Yourself: Haiku Lament

When I ask for help,/
get none, then break what I need/
help with, I’ll just quit.

I usually have/
reflections on the temple./
Now I am mirrored.

Who was that old fat/
Buddha there sitting on his/
pink porcelain chair?

She gazed into her mirror,/
but still never knew/
she was the muse/
he was referring to.

She gazes eastward./
Surf, sun, sand, sea rise and fall./
Her breathing’s mirrored.

I’m co-dependent./
My mirror’d face asks others/
for affirmation.

Say: I feel GREAT! A/
mirrored memory from long/
ago, it still works!

I’m narcissistic?/
That’s what she said! But it’s my/
mirror I’m viewing!

Ambiguity /
is all around me. Do I/
see my reflections?

OR
Ambiguity /
is all around me. Are those/
reflections I see?