You know, I think I just caught a glimpse of my inner most soul
And it scared me because I could not tell what I was looking at.

Have you ever put your head under the water and opened your eyes?
Do you recall how everything was blurry, but still familiar?
I think it was a bit like that.

For just one second, the door opened a crack and I saw something
I was not supposed to see.
My future.
You are not supposed to see that.
Not until you get there.

I saw her staring back at me.
I think she had been crying, but that could have just been the ripples in the water. I thought it rude to ask.

She reached out to shut the door, and she put her fingers to her lips.
“This is not for you to see just yet” she whispered, and the door closed shut.

Blackness consumed my space.
So dark, I couldn’t even see where the outline of the door frame had just been.
The reflection of my inner most soul was no longer and I was alone in my physical consciousness again.

Sometimes I find myself staring at my image in the mirror.
Not in any narcissistic sense, but really staring.
Trying to understand what others see when they look at me.
Trying to disembody myself and look beyond my reflection.

I wonder if I turn away quickly enough
Will I catch her looking at me once again?
Will my head turn just that fraction faster than the girl in the mirror?
Or will I see her when I submerge my body in the cleansing bath?
The water warming every inch of my body
As I float in the ritual healing of my inner most soul.