Looking into the eyes,
the first reflection
And the mirror cracks
What you see crumbles
Impermanence carves its scent deeply into growth and shape
Reflection is a void
Volatile, undefined form, shimmering through the emptiness
A mysterious fountain of nothing and abundance
And from and in the void
No one is talking
No one can be heard
No message is sent
not even silence is speaking
All reflection turns into n\one
Meaningless sound
A pulse that has no purpose
No pattern to be recognized
Not even illusion
Devoid of peace, of love, of war
Just this
Without a name
Never entered
Never left
n\one
