I look into the window and see a man.
He sits at a table, his hair still messy and with his unshaved face he painted a smile on its face.
Behind his smile, I see how the reflection of his laptop glows a new shadow on his blue wall.
The eyes dark brown covered with the sparkle of life reading his new day in the eyes of technology in this new world. And when he finishes his cup of brown liquid, he walks to his window. His eyes smile, but I see, when he bows to the big building opposite his house that his eyes look sad. In the reflection of his eyes there is death. The crosses of many diseases compassions his belief of everlasting life. He bows and walks away from the big white building where people cover their body with white uniforms and dressed with life giving information.
I look into the window and see the man.
He carry sweat all over his body when he unleashes his shoes. I see how a immense smile covers his whole body, who is this man, what is this medicine he takes.. I see how he smoothly bends into new forms and when he turns his life upside done having his head planted like roots into the floor he shows no trace of exhaustion. He bows again and I see how a glow of light surrounds him when he shuts his eyes in front of the mirror crossing his yogic legs with the past history of a true warrior .
I look into the window and watch the man.
He has a tear in his eyes and covers his head in unbelief and I see how a tears are rolling down his smooth and warm shaped skin. He is trying so hard in this world, trying to give his love not thinking of the materialistic way we created this world and now he cant continue his way any more. I see how he pulls others while he passes them on his bike. Carries the bags of other fortunes while he eats his meal in soberness and he doesn’t complain. And when he looks at his bills his eyes shut in unbelief of what might happen. His tear of happiness completes when the letter of relief falls into his hollow entrance of payments. He struggles but continues knowing he will reach a point of return.
I look into the window and don’t see the man anymore…He takes a shower and washes the body of his female companion. He smiles and when he covers her with his love he glows. His energy fills the heart and together they smile their life in love giving positions. He warms his soul with a returning gift of love. And see how he describes true passion looking into her blue grey eyes, he shows his love..
I look into the window and see a man.
He prepares his life for a next coming challenge and smiles at the wall of fortune covered with endless colourful metals of honour. His body is still young seeing the shape of his muscles with the shades of father Sun. In his soul he carries his family with their everlasting power of completion. His legs carry scars of lived life when he brings them back into a new challenge. And when he returns from his long run I see how his heart filled with love for life. He is the man where no limits has been born, growing up into mother natures beautiful giving life
I see how this man drunk from the nectar of immortality. Purposing his goal of achievement giving it back to the roots of his soul and spirit.
I see in the window of life a reflection of the mirrorman.
And see how his beard turns white covering his everlasting smile of his juvenal youth. He smiles his everlasting joy and knows it will end one day. But he knows he has to make the best of it while it lasts so he continues with his strong will power to make the best of it every day and day and day.
I look into the window and see how the window has become a mirror.
I see how the eye of the man turns to be mine and see how the colours where always my own colour. And laugh knowing the God was not only around me but most of all coloured my own heart with the beauty of the rainbow filling soul of life. I smile and know that my mirror might be your window right now knowing that we are all 1.
So beautiful….