Reflections in the stillness
On a patch of water
Reflections of sunlight
On a passing cloud
We humans have named…
The truth of clarity
Is the freedom in the uncertain
Was watching the reflections of sunlight dancing on this patch of water on the window sill of my terrace one evening. I was mesmerized by the fleeting cloud it had captured and its amazing colours that held my fancy for a long while…
What seems to be, may not be
What is, may be not
What is apparent, may be invisible
What is assumption, may become a contradiction
Or simply delusions of our own imagination.
Or simply a clarity of illusions in the reflections.