Reflection

I sit in eternal reverie upon your shore,
an illusion lost in quiet reflection,
heart enchanted by a softly spoken spell.

Always you come to me,
enter my solitude in silence ...
all the magic of the universe
contained within a single perfect form.

Poised at perception's doorway,
I hold a dream within my hands
and reach out, in trembling wonder,
to embrace this elusive beauty ...
a blending of worlds
that transcends all boundary ...
and touch
only with my soul,
for my reflection belies the truth.

We are illusion,
mere reflections of the mind ...
but in tranquil moments we are one
and our beauty holds magic
beyond compare.
"Each smallest act of kindness reverberates across great spans of time, affecting lives unkown to the one whose generous spirit was the source of this good echo, because kindness is passed on and grows each time it's passed, until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage years later and far away. Likewise ... each small meanness, each expression of hatred ... each act of evil." "The Momentuous Day" H.R. White

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