I see a glass window.
I see specks of old paint on it - paint that dripped out of an unskilled brush.
I see a line of light - the tubelight.
I wonder where the tubelight is. I wonder whether the light I see is from a tubelight on the other side of the window - or a reflection of the one behind me.
The Old Glass Window that shines before me puts a question about its cause in my mind....
The mind is like the old glass window.
With lot of stray specks.
Still in its true transparent form.
What I perceive a situation as, I am unsure of what it is showing me.
A reflection of the past. Or the vision of the future?
Do I think in a certain way because I experienced something in the past?
Or is it because somewhere in the inner self I know what future awaits me?