Reflections of the Mind

Each time I move, I feel the burning wound of time

My legs are crippled with knotted bones of disease

My eyes are blind, I see no more death before me

I only feel my pain in my heart, it continues to bleed

For the many decades of hunger and loss, those that have died

In the spirit world, we live forever, our native mind will carry on

Until life passes once again, the fish will swim again

They will come up for feeding time, catching the flies

As the waters clear, we will see our images

Reflections from the trees through the clearing moss