A Reflection of You

You are a silent stream, still and flowing,

I can see my true reflection in you and not be repulsed,

Throw stone or flowers, words or tantrums,

Yet, you say they never take away from my beauty,

You glorify my flaws, burn them like camphor,

And the burning fragrance you say is the child in me, wild and pure,

If it’s all me, then who are you?

Why’s my reflection a reflection of you? 

The Song of the Sufi Masroof