The master leaned to his image in the pond,
Murmuring lips hardly moving..
Am i ye or is ye i
Reflective,
reflection in great serenity,
in sweet timeless peacefulness,
none a ripple respond...
nothing answered...
Reflection,
reflective question conjured a voice,
Who is ye that i be ye
Who is ye that be i
Who is i that i be ye
Who is ye that i be
Who is ye that ye be i
Who is i that ye be
Who is i that ye be ye
Who is i that be ye
speak..
In reflective reflection,
ripples grew to conscious waves,
In a vivid slice,
splinters of serenity shattered in the multitude of silence...
I am ye who is..
Where here is..
Where time meets..
Day after and Tomorrow
is with the source of all created,
Where then is here..
When time meets..
there be nothing here of then
be now...
Upon time in reflective, reflection..
moon lit suprise slide on mirror like surface..
when eyes look to see nothing..
where master be.
Silken movement of reflections,
unveiled an evil shadow of beast or demon,
Fangs that MUST be
as merciless as claws I see..
regretfully only in shadow of what must be..
Sway left
Then right
i ready to flight into reflective path..
as pond readies to celebrate the wet disgrace..
Reflection betrayed master..
Tip toed,
sway right
then left,
in poor imitation of thieves,
Silently stealing away the night..
In reflection..
valley in sleep was rudely awakened,
dreams lost,
the mountains still shook in storms of reflective laughter...
~third_eye @SHaYAP©2011
~edit [changed my mind]
Source: a dream of zen
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