The mind is a reflection of the mirror into which I look.

Creation is a reflection of extraordinary, timeless magnificence that knows no end for these manifestations evolve in every moment.

Echoes break the silence reverberating in the canyon; the cliffs stand firm against the current below where sunbeams play and sparkle amid the reflections.

Moments of reflection fill the wells of being to overflowing; the quiet hours restore wholeness among the tattered and weary ones.

Solitude refines amazing seabirds’ quiet reflection in solemn appraisal in uncertainty.

We are sailing on silver skies on the wings of everlasting love; the world waits quietly to see the reflections of that grace without which we cannot thrive in temples of earth’s creations.

Walking among the trees restores patience and gives time for reflection