The Reflection

Aeternum Fluvium in Motu: Reflection 46

Is language spoken to the self. A tongue without words, fluent in silence, in glimmers, in shadows. Love, the water, the sky, the faces of others, what we see in them is no more and no less than what we are willing to see in ourselves.

The ocean speaks it best: a swell, a crash, froth turning upon itself in endless cycles. We lean over its restless mirro…