Twinning

As above, so below.
The calm late evening surface of the lake
reflects perfectly the trees lining the shore.
In mirror image the uppermost branches appear to
penetrate the depths of the lake,
twinning the real with its unreal? image.

Could it be that our “reality” is
but an image of something even more Real?
Are we Real, or but an image of life’s longing for itself,
Of God’s need to express Spirit in a multiplicity of ways.
Somehow the image brings contentment,
and peace fills my being.