We step into the quiet, side by side,
to strip the heavy mask of mind away
The dusty glass where ego used to hide
begins to clear its film of yesterday
We close our eyes to let the outer fade,
and stand before the mirror we have made
A sudden breath, a cry, a graceful sway—
no longer caught in thought's reflective gleam
The Latihan begins to wash away
the mirrored shadows of our waking dream
It is a glass that does not show a face,
but captures the Great Life in empty space
And when the stillness settles in the hall,
we find the polished surface clean and bare
No longer locked behind the ego’s wall,
the true, untainted soul is standing there
A mirror of the force that gives us breath,
reflecting life that triumphs over death
Wisma
Bharata, Pamulang, July 15, 2026, 8:40 p.m.
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