Reflected sky is less distinct, but more.
Enriched by overlay of varied patterns
and unified by palette – still and somber.
Uneasy sky interpreted by water
contains a wealth of novel information,
conceals a deeper joy,
a longer journey.
I will shut up
and open up
and look.
When the heavens are reflected in the depths –
throw a rock, watch the transformation.
Isn’t it more fun than mere reflection?
Who am I?
Am I reflections of the world or the mirrors reflecting it?
Where do I begin?
What is inside and what is outside?
Inside and outside of what?
There is no one answering.
I hope there is someone asking.
Over the years
I became so used to seeing myself reflected in your eyes –
I forget to look in the mirror…
At the end of the day,
this is the only reflection that matters.
