Living reflections
As living remnants of the reflection
We carry the hidden streak of perfection
It rests behind clouds hiding the brilliance
It’s experienced not just in stillness
But also in a continuous flow
In and out of an eternal grotto
A gentle force that’s wasted
On pleasures forgotten once tasted
Our eyesight isn’t sharp enough
To see the soul in the buff
We are very close
When the mind’s in restful repose
Our veins will become stained with the ink of peace
That never dries, befriending heartbeats
To keep it flowing as the river of love
In every reflection of the light from above
