I look into the mirror,
To see a figure of someone I know,
The face with a blemish, the cheek with a blush,
Same shades of grey, the heart with a scar,
The wrinkles in the skin, all similarly visible from near and far.
Searching and rummaging through the past,
Finding for something critical,
Scouring through the deep gorges,
Penetrating through every pore,
I look again into the mirror and see ahead,
To find a rare gem, which once shone bright,
With the grace of the divine light,
I reach the purest form of life beyond the physical,
I find my true self within, which is totally identical.