A LAKE'S REFLECTION ABOVE
Glinting, glimmering mirrors by the trillion.
Every touch of silver reflection;
Shining above to the sky yonder.
Water, pure as breath of God
Flows frictionless.
Flows upon the shore of the beach
That willingly accepts its form.
Heaven's eye sees as I;
And all the reflections light up
A myriad of dark alleys.
New footpaths open, new road easily created.
Even at the end of the road
This water finds another junction;
And light finds another witness
While between them, great life passes.
Even the darkest windmill;
In a shade of the darkest island;
Revolves at the infinite reflections.
For a gift sent by the Mother
Never to be returned in our mosaic of life.
Solemnity is free to roam.
Let it roam into here.
Truth is not spoken for it arrives.
Not a picture, not talk, not song, no pen;
Shall ever bring clarity to the lake.
We perish with no knowledge.
About This Poem
Written in April 2000, this meditative poem explores the profound mystery of water's reflective surface and what it reveals about the relationship between the physical and spiritual worlds. The opening imagery of "mirrors by the trillion" establishes water as both literal reflector and metaphor for consciousness itself. The poem moves through a landscape where water creates pathways, lights dark spaces, and connects heaven to earth. Yet despite water's illuminating power, the poem concludes with humility: "Truth is not spoken for it arrives" and ultimately "We perish with no knowledge." This philosophical turn suggests that some truths—like the full meaning of a lake's reflection—exist beyond human articulation. The poem captures that moment of standing before nature's beauty while recognizing that our words, songs, pictures, and pens can never fully capture its essence. It's a meditation on both the gifts nature provides and the mysteries it will always keep.