Becoming a Mirror

How does one become a mirror
that reflects with clarity
your true nature?

Whilst I was sleeping
you whispered words of love,
of love beyond my knowledge.

Perhaps I will remember you
as a dream that stirs in my heart at times
or as the wind in my hair.

I didn’t understand
because at that moment
I was not ready.

Yet your words find a place always,
in my deep still place
they are nourished.

Your voice is in the rain against skin,
a bird singing somewhere far away,
the space between my thoughts.

Some day I shall awake
and your whisperings will unfold,
just as love blossoms into a beautiful tree.

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