I wonder, when i dream n reflect, how does the spirit know ...that i did.
How does the sky know that the sun is sinking
and is there to reflect the colors of the fire ball...?
How does the water know that the moon has arisen
and its time to reflect the whiteness of the without..within its tranquil depths ?
How does the seed know that the spring is near,
and it must now sprout new leaves..?
How, when my words flow, the spirit reaches out and leaves me a sign
That its been there and is reflecting my thoughts...
I wonder, sometimes, how...
And then i think....it must be the mirror that's within...
