Mirror Ball of the Self

Mirror Ball of the Self

Briefly gorgeous,
we become a ray of light
beneath the mirror ball,
sparkling like a film star.

Look closer, there you are,
a shimmer of pink,
an arched eyebrow,
spinning every facet of you.

Light, dark, happy, sad,
sane, crazy, truthful, liar.

Adjusting your light
to fill your shadow,
becoming the whole circus
of who you are.

Until spirit shines
through your whole being
and you turn into
a mirror ball of the Self.


© Deborah Gregory 2022 – Extract taken from my forthcoming book, Soror Mystica
Image: Google Images (although the 7 chakra rainbow comes curtesy of photoshop!) 

24 thoughts on “Mirror Ball of the Self

  1. It is amazing! Not only your beautiful and wise poem but our synchronicity in our posts; if you remember, I have newly shared a short tell by Jung about mirrors! I love your poem and feel very touched by this connection. Love to you and blessing.

    1. Yes, we do seem to be sharing several synchronistic moments this past week don’t we?! Perhaps it’s Jung himself, whispering to us from the other side! Especially as this week we’re celebrating his 147th birth date. Thank you so much dear Aladin for your amazing reply! Whatever you’re doing this weekend, have a good one. Love and light, Deborah.

  2. Deborah this is highly original. I love it when your vivid imagination dances on the screen. Your poem takes me back to the 1980’s where dance allowed this bookworm to tell her stories and share her emotions without words. Back when everyone taped the Top 40 on Sunday nights.

    1. Now that takes me back to Woolworths and having to buy multi-packs of cassette tapes in order to tape those new chart songs every Sunday, let alone wait to see what song was number 1 that week! Thank you so much BW for reminding me how important music was and still is, I think I’d forgotten. Hmm, no wonder the image of the mirror ball wouldn’t go away until I put pen to paper. Right, off to spin some vinyl now! Love and light, Deborah.

  3. Oh this is wonderful Deborah – the perfect metaphor for all of our aspects. I am an introvert yet in my youth, dancing under a mirror ball in the disco fever years brought out the extrovert in my shadow and I could dance the night away unleashing my wild side! Every now and again at celebrations I’ll still be up there dancing – its so good to get in touch with that extroverted side of me!!

    Another mirror ball memory is from 1980 and going to see Debbie Harry and Blondie live on their Heart of Glass tour at Hammersmith Odeon. She had a giant mirror ball hanging from the centre of theatre ceiling and many smaller mirror balls on stage and all around the auditorium. The effect was mesmerising and everyone was on their feet dancing the night away…I can see that now as hundreds of introverts letting their inner extrovert run free!!

    Ahh what fun…thank you for bringing these wonderful memories back to me, Sophia.

    1. Thank you so much Sophia for your wonderful comment! I don’t know why I’ve never seen the multi-faceted mirror ball as a metaphor for the Self before but now that I do, I don’t think I’ll ever look at them in the same way again! Oh, I can resonate with you so much being an introvert myself re dancing and how music brings out our extroverted sides.

      What a great memory & mesmerising scene! I love it when friends & readers share such their memories. Blondie, where to start, oh I fell madly, deeply in love with Debbie Harry aged 14 years old! She was my second crush after my English teacher and I rocked that bleached blonde look for many years, although mine was much shorter. Love and light, Deborah.

  4. I love it Deborah thank you! Very colourful and a pricking of the imagination. I remember something from a very long time ago. We were having drinks at a place on the beach and I went off to the ladies loo. Afterwards, I was looking at myself in the mirror and I went on a trip through the mirror, one mirror after the other after the other after the other, endlessly, into – I don’t know, infinity. There was no one else in the ladies (thankfully) – this amazing happening lasted I don’t know – a few minutes. Maybe all my selves, in the mirror. I didn’t tell anyone else about this, I’m not sure I ever have …
    Love to you in light and shadows, Susan

    1. Thank you so much Susan for your lovely, insightful reply! What an amazing experience that must’ve been in the ladies (Divine Feminine?) to find yourself “within and without” those endless mirrors! Fractal selves for sure, and definitely a “mirror ball” moment of sorts as when you left, your mind must’ve been spinning! Fun fair mirrors immediately spring to mind, where we see ourselves distorted or perhaps just how we are without consciously knowing. There’s also many myths and fairy tales in which “mirrors” are seen as sacred objects with magickal powers and an integral part of the story. Hmm, this is definitely prompting me to dig deeper into mirror symbolism through my Jungian lens. Thanks for the nudge! Love and light, Deborah.

      1. Hi Deborah, I did not make the connection between the ladies room and my experience! Thank you for pointing that out 🙂 with love light shadows and unknowing

        1. That’s great Susan! For as I read your reply it felt like the Divine Feminine (in the ladies!) was definitely calling out and was where the magick happened.

          Tomorrow I’m going to dig into some symbolism on mirrors because I don’t think this is a coincidence nor the wonderful conversations I had with Jeanie.

          1. Morning Susan, I think you may enjoy this brilliant Jungian essay on mirror symbolism! I’m hoping the link will work otherwise I’ve included the essay title and author below so you can search for them online …

            “Symbolism of Mirrors as the First Step of Individuation and Self-Awareness” by Yeo Reum, Lee (I’ve just removed the link above as it was incredibly long!)

            1. Thank you! Have just found it – some lovely reading awaits. Sending dazzling mirrors of love your way –

    1. Thank you so much Luisa, that’s so kind of you! Yes, you describe it so well, “passing from light to shadow in a continuous cycle” Hmm, I think I’m never going to think of mirror balls in the same way again! Love and light, Deborah.

  5. Deborah, I love this!! Taking me back to 1979, spinning disco balls and Friday nights when I felt like a pop star, with Sister Sledge singing Lost in Music under the glitter ball, I felt free!!! Free to dance the night away. Thanks for helping me roll back the years. All the best, Anna.

    1. You’re most welcome Anna and thanks so much for sharing your mirror ball memories!

      Getting lost in the music was what it was all about for me in the 80s too. Oh yes, I loved that song by Sister Sledge, there was something kinda otherworldly about it!

      It’s interesting that my Jungian studies have brought me back to the symbolic image of “Mirror Ball” as my search for wholeness continues. Love and light, Deborah.

      1. Lost in Music by Sister Sledge

        We’re lost in music
        Caught in a trap
        No turnin’ back
        We’re lost in music

        We’re lost in music
        Feel so alive
        I quit my nine to five
        We’re lost in music

        Have you ever seen
        Some people lose everything?
        First to go is their mind
        To me is a tragedy
        I’ll get a job some other time, uh-huh

        I want to join a band
        And play in front of crazy fans
        Yes, I call that temptation
        Give me the melody
        That’s all that I ever need
        The music is my salvation

        We’re lost in music
        Caught in a trap
        No turnin’ back
        We’re lost in music

        We’re lost in music
        Feel so alive
        I quit my nine to five
        We’re lost in music

        Mmm, hmm, in the spotlight
        The band plays so very tight
        Each and every night, uh-huh
        It’s not vanity
        To me, it’s my sanity
        I could never survive

        Some people ask me
        What are you gonna be?
        Why don’t you go get a job? uh-uh

        All that I could say
        I won’t give up my music
        Not me, not now, no way, no how, oh, oh
        We’re lost in music

        Caught in a trap (Caught up in our music)
        No turnin’ back (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
        We’re lost in music
        We’re lost in music (Don’t take our away our music)

        Feel so alive (Feel)
        I quit (I quit) my nine to five (Yeah)
        We’re lost in music
        We’re lost in music (Melody is good to me)
        Caught in a trap (I’m caught up in it)
        No turnin’ back (No, no, no)
        We’re lost in music (Ooh doo doo doo doo doo doo)

        We’re lost in music (La da da da da da da da, mmm… hmm…)
        Feel so alive
        I quit (I quit) my nine to five
        We’re lost in music (Lost in music)

        We’re lost in music
        Caught in a trap
        No turnin’ back
        We’re lost in music

        We’re lost in music
        Feel so alive
        I quit my nine to five
        We’re lost in music

        We’re lost in music
        Caught in a trap
        No turnin’ back
        We’re lost in music

  6. Beautiful and soulful, dear Deborah. For me the balance between light and dark is never resolved. One day a film star; the next day in the dust bin. I love the image of the mirror ball of the self as it holds all facets of it. (My world has many mirror balls or disco balls as my son calls them. They’re part of his music world and part of his garden design.) With love and gratitude for your intuitive images, Elaine

    1. Thank you so much dear Elaine for your beautiful, soulful reply! I love it, “one day a film star; the next in the dust bin” a universal truth that many will relate too for light without dark, persona without shadow, sane without crazy, is just not possible?! The mirror ball is a great metaphor for all those different facets of our personality and if they’re also very much a part of your son’s music and garden world too, I wonder if he’s on a similar path, searching for wholeness, the path you and Vic know and knew so well. Love and light, Deborah.

    1. Thank you so much Jeanie! There we were having a lovely chat yesterday about “facets” and “designs” with me reminiscing about my old kaleidoscope and the image of a mirror ball kept popping into my head and wouldn’t go away until I picked up my pen! Thanks for the creative inspiration. Love and light, Deborah.

        1. You know each time I feel like I make a little progress in life, a new poem lands. Sometimes, like this one, they take minutes to write, others take years! I can never tell which way it’s going to go but one thing I do know is that without dear friends, such as you Jeanie, life’s open road on which many creative souls wander, would be a much harder place to travel. Namaste

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