Who is this awakened without a mirror to reflect,

without a voice to speak to hear the category I fall under?

Am I ancient or contemporary?

Am I the moon? The sand? The Sun? The Ocean?

Energy I exude, otherwise how could I have projected this illusion?

Are the lenses to your soul optical?

Are you my mirror to reflect?

Are you really here with me?

When is the end of this dream?

Hopefully never. There’s a beautiful ending.