Tiny Clues

The reflections in my life are alive and thriving. Hanging from chains suspended in bright blue skies, holding trees and mountains in hands large enough to encompass them all.

Fairies stand atop of the rock cairn playing music as others dance madly around. Pirouetting in laughing circles to music very few can hear.

The grass grows too fast and the flowers push each other aside vying for room in this magical place where time stands still and yesterday is tomorrow is today. Everything is one here, without distinction.

Except for its reflection.

Only the light glinting off its facets distinguish one thing from another and in these glancing moments I see the truth; sprinkled around me like tiny clues to the beauty of a life lived in the silence.