By Michelle England

I see myself as the reflections
Sometimes murky and unclear
Sometimes sharp and brilliant
As the beauty it reflects

The beauty is my essence
And its song can be heard like the descant of the birds
High in the trees

Now I seek my essence
And honour its perfection
However it appears to me this day

photo credit: mclcbooks Waterlily via photopin (license)

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