A drop of water from the well of my being …..
From the well of being, bucket of water was filled, and pulled up into my conscious mind. I sat there looking at the surface, ripples appearing and disappearing at periphery making many images on the surface of my mind.
I saw many faces so familiar to me, as if they are living and breathing inside me.
I am not sure if they were me or not, but i can hear them talking to me.
each has a story to tell, and I am part of their story. and they are all part of my story.
some times our eyes meet and we just stare at each other, not knowing what to say or how to say, but eyes can read the silence and so can heart . So I am hoping you are able to read me, even though i don’t say much .
AK
Your Reflection 