Staring into a pool of water

Staring into a pool of water: I can see the shimmer of power; I touch the still surface; And feel the movement I created; The oneness of the water surrounds me; I smile and slip my hand deeper; The blue clear bands of power are cold; Wrapped around my fingers; I touch the soul of the Sal; The words flow from my lips; My will joins with the sal; The circles of power slow; They spin and change direction; As I remove my hand it is dry; Instead of water now I am reflected; In the hazy blue of Fior Sal