In this flawless, placid lake of healing
I come to take a bath,
as the bright canvas of blue above me,
Whisper a symphony of silence.
The calm blue lake, a moving mirror,
like a sacred vision,
invites me within its quiet stream,
crystal and pure, in its depths,
I’m like a soul reborn.
In the hidden energy of the limpid water
My broken spirit rejoices with me.