Chapter VIII - Reflection

lost in the winds,

in the sands

and oceans;

are the reflections of myself

that I shed.

I let go of what no longer serves me,

of what is no longer

an expression of who I am.

among the waves,

the shifting tides;

I found a peace.

I found the portraits that

I could never depict;

the words that would

always shy away

from my grasp,

the dreams

that fell through

the cracks

of my world...

Yet a voice

still paves a way

through to me;

A still flame

finds shelter

in my hands,

it speaks to me

of faraway lands,

of destiny;

of stars,

of balance.

a harmony,

of peace and chaos-

flowing.

changing.

becoming.

a blossoming

at the hands of

love

when you look in the mirror,

what do you see?

what have you become,

what have you achieved?

where are you

in your journey

of becoming

an autumn leaf,

in learning to yield

like spring?

how much can you give,

how can you transmute,

and become?

your reflection

has just as much to say

as shadows

in light's plays,

as wine left

in glasses unfinished-

every time

you look in a mirror,

you stop time

to look into yourself

and perceive;

the depth.

the details.

the character.

the genius.

the doubt.

the insanity.

hold yourself

true to your identity.

mirrors do not reflect the world,

nor do they show you

the things

you want to see.

ripple yourself through.

find the touch

you've lost

throughout the years.

find the roots,

buried so deep...

find the remedy.

the arching story.

the river that carves itself

through your being.

change, as the seasons.

stand out of time,

to reason with this world

...

and its tempered insanity.