The mind is a mirror of reflections,
Yet, it cannot react, just observing,
Throughout its life, it collects dust,
Slowly, the reflection gets foggy,
It no longer shows us the truth,
One who keeps the mirror clean,
Can see the truth clearly,
But, there exists one,
Who knows there is no mirror,
Asks, how it can get dusty at all,
He who knew this,
Can see beyond the veil of reflection,
Peer directly into the void itself,
Where even the truth does not exist.