And if everything is a reflection of myself, my soul and heart, a part of all I see....
Then let my body dance like the waving fern limbs, supple, bending, swaying in the breeze.
Then let my spirit simply stretch her wings with no thought of how, and soar towards the heavens.
Then let my heart crack open like the butterfly's cocoon, the oak's acorn, the earth to blade of grass, and life pour forth.
So many images, aspirations and affirmations of what I could be and perhaps am. My blurred eyes gently remind me... a reflection requires you to see. Aspirations, affirmations and desires are the nectar but first you have to open your eyes, look and choose what you see.