De Spiegel van de Ziel

There was a king, with a golden crown. Palace of light, but his soul

felt drowned. He heard a tale, from a distant land. -Of a mirror

held, by a desert man. They said it showed not face, but soul.

Revealed the truth, made broken whole. He sent his men with gifts and gold,

but the dervish stayed, unmoved and cold. So the king rode out alone

one day, through burning winds, and skies of grey. He found the

man with eyes like flame, and asked to see the mirror's name.

The dervish pointed to the sand. A quiet pool, beneath his hand. "Look deep," he