What Once Was Invisible is Now Transparent

Looking into the lake at my reflection I glimpsed you

and yet,

As my hands reached out to touch yours

You retreated and disappeared.

Although bereft in that moment, I understand so much now,

And can see through all the smokescreens of perceptions,

We are all but One.

Within us all there is everything and more

and then some, so soft and so bright,

Being another’s reflection is a gift,

Holding their gaze quietly as they discover themselves

Is a magical process to witness,

and to Know this,

Is a blessing.

Karen Kestrel

Reflect: When have you had the privilege of seeing Your true reflection?

For it is humbling.