Soul Melodies.

As his old friend silence comes to say hello,

a man whose physical existence is ephemeral

finds his own marred reflection. 

Surprised and dismayed,

it is a walking living creature. 

It burns fire and drowns drops of water.

In the abyss of that marred reflection

his own thoughts laugh at him

and like the ocean which discriminates not any river

he welcomes each wave of thought

knowing fully well that thoughts flow like water and drift like the lofty clouds.