Reflections of Me

Reflections of Me

In the hall of endless mirrors,
where time dissolves and space unbinds,
I wandered through reminiscent veils.
Reacquainting myself with the many selves I left behind.

As a sprouting seed sowed in fertile soil,
breaking through the darkness, welcomed the light.
I am the tree reaching the stars,
with branches and roots made from cosmic light.

Which self am I or is it all a dream?
You are the river, not the stream.
The answer is spoken, soft and low,
Each self is true and destined to grow.

You are the sum of all you see,
a burning constellation, wild and free.
The thread weaving the whole,
the eternal fire burning in the soul.

So gaze into the depths and know,
the many faces that you show
are the echoes, far and wide,
of the soul dancing in the darkness of the night.

Rising frequency to the 5th, I shed former skin,
a serpent rising, born anew.
In the 8th, I shed all bounds, burned to ash, only to rise again, from pure eternal essence and truth.

The spark that lights the endless flame.
Each face you encounter, each life you've lived is an evolving chapter in the biography written in your name.
In the 12th dimension, everything converges loud and clear.
Creation spawned from pure love, devoid of any form of fear.

Dance, dear soul, even during an unfamiliar play,
through every life, through every flame.
For you are both the journey and the way,
smoldering echos chanting the eternal name.