blessed to all
THE ART OF REFLECTION
When I look at a rock I see my self ,being hard and steady,
When I look at the soil I see my self being soft and fertile,
When I look at the plants with thorns I see my self in fear always on defense,
When I look at a flower I see myself in beauty and fearless from its tenderness and fragrance ,
When I look at a tree I see myself uprising ,giving praise to the heat of the sun ,the coolness of water , the dance with the wind which made my roots go deeper and made me rise higher and bare sweeter fruits,
When I look at the ice I see myself cold,solid in form , able to be destroyed which caused me to fear death and made my heart stone cold but when I look at the water It reminded me to be formless in essence and can adopt any form , death became an illusion , the heat of the sun made me realize I have no form only temporarily as the ego is the ice and is bound to loose its form on a short or long period of time , and time is its killer, while the water gives life , and is in between fire and ice ,the perfect balance of any extreme , the fall of rain symbolizes to surrender in life makes I a conquerer , I then is the hands of life spreading life on many different forms ,
The Art of Reflection is to see creation as a mirror of InI , a manifestation of InI ,looking outside but seeing InI innerself in many forms in a perfect ever changing harmony .
InI JAH RASTAFARI
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