Reflections in truth.

"The world will never be purer than I am,
The world could never be impure than I am,
For the world exists in me, through me.

Like a mirror relfecting the object,
In truth, this world is just a reflection of me.

The clarity depends on the mirror
Never once of the things. (object)

I perceive the world, the world never perceives me.
I feel the pain & pleasure, the tears & joys

This I learn in silence & grace.
If I change this little"me"
The whole "world" will change with me
For still, its "I" who feels the life.

and the life runs through me.......... "