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