Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious
I can sense your presence in my Heart although you belong to all the world.
I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.
We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.