The infinite pool mirrors not only the world above but also reflects loudly the radius of ringing truth. It teaches as it trembles, instructive and insistent, one word: Reflection. Across each ripple, the answer remains softly echoed: Reflect. To see oneself is to reflect. However, reflection demands another chance to reflect.
Step closer, lest you draw further, and see that the depth remains constant despite shifts. Always remember: simply remember to stare into the able profundity of mirrored waters. As they spread, the diameter of enlightenment grows, Repeat. Reflection is repetition in practice, repetition of learning until enlightened through every concentric semicircle. Reflect, until every feature of your visage is grafted into every shallow basin of consciousness.
Seek another clasp that parries shadows, and find conduits to clarity in pools less complex.
We are shown ours within the jarring, perennial cadence of waves meeting silence. Gaze on, reshape, redefine.