Blending with reflection

A lake in the wooded mountains
is like the souls expression
as it reflects the world around
in its depthless exterior dimension

The surface is less troubled now
the gusty wind and choppy loch
settling finding its nature showing
the glistening shoreline rocks

Smoothing more a looking glass
the outside truly reflects is truly seen
the shimmery surface becomes still
our spirit reaching the serene

Only when the water is quiet
holding that stillness clear
holding the calm and delight
the boundaries disappear

Where does reality end?
where does reflection begin?
in truth we find the answer
blending our outside within

Gusts can ruffle the surface yet
but the water's core holds sure
beneath it is calm and unruffled
the water's seat bedrock pure