There are times of perfect stillness on the lake,especially in the early morning, when the reflection of the sky on crystal clear water is almost disorienting and what is real and illusary become hard to distinguish
Gliding in the perfect stillness
Of the early morning lake
I found myself.
I lost myself.
Caught between the reflection
and the shore
Between a vision and reality
Between fantasy and faith
Only some drifting mist
And gentle ripples
Touching the illusion
That I was paddling through a dream,
That the peacefulness of living
was the promised peace of death
Forgetting the dangers
Below, beside
Made them no less present
And choosing to know the beauty
While aware of the reality
That it was illusory, fleeting
Was a gift given
And I knew that my creator liveth.
