Photo credit: Shashi Chaturvedula 

This morning I rise,

Stretch—utter in silence,

Thank you, smiled,

wash my face—gently,

As the mirror stare at me;

I look into those mysterious eyes;

Oh, so beautifully:

Thank you; I love you—to me:

This morning it was you;

Not my body, not my mind:

It was a reflection of me!

Empress Journee