The Mirror

I‘ve liked you since the very beginning. The first thing I noticed was your eyes. Later on, I discovered they have a special ability to make you feel at home. I hadn’t met a single person who wouldn’t feel comfortable or safe enough to talk about anything when you were around. Perfect freedom allowed to self and others to be as they are, an effortless choice to focus on the good` the purity of not being remotely aware what a gift your presence was to others... that was what turned every moment with you into privilege.

Those eyes! Shining through laughter, they saw deep into the soul while looking at the heart of the matter. A self-cleansing mechanism, one could assume; only those brave enough were willing to face you at that level of truth. Your eyes, mind you. Sparkling with wonder, ready for another adventure that would bring you closer to the meaning of life. Eyes full of magic that felt like hands; they touched the reverent and revealed it as holy; they saw the incomplete, yet treated it as whole.

Those eyes! They carried a language anyone could speak. Like mirrors, they worked as portals to another dimension. The time and space where you feel alive and open - open to new ideas, understandings and change. Your eyes were a catalyst; any contact with them could assure one of not ever being the same. Yet you don’t take credit for any of that, it’s surreal. Up until now, I still haven’t confirmed if you are conscious of the effect that ripples from what you are choosing to see.