Love of the All

in a teardrop of time

the world is mirrored for everyone to see

this is only a reflection

built and reconstructed by the mind

"how does the world really look?"

the teardrop wonders without knowing

about its own shape and existence

all questions reflect in the mind

to be seen there or to be left while drifting

"and the world has no problem being reflected within time,

so you should not worry either"

says a voice outside all of this

with a comforting sound

and the love of the All