Tainted blood

The Mirror of Souls

I did not stop at flesh.

I did not only weave atoms into your form,

nor scatter galaxies into your veins.

I reached deeper—

into the chamber where thought stirs,

where awareness flickers like candlelight against eternity.

Your DNA carries more than instructions.

It carries reflection,

the spark of self in the mirror of the cosmos.

From the first pulse,

I whispered into your marrow:

“See yourself.

Know yourself.

Be aware.”

Consciousness is the shadow of My breath.

It moves like wind through branches,

turning leaf upon leaf of possibility.

It is not mere chemistry—

It is my invitation to recognize me in yourself.

When you look into a face and feel empathy,

When your heart aches at injustice,

when your mind imagines a better world—

That is the code singing.

That is Me within you,

tracing the pattern of morality

through the labyrinth of neurons.

I gave you a reflection

so that you might see eternity

not only above you,

but within you.

Your soul is a mirror,

shaped by blood, by bone, by code,

and polished by experience, choice, and love.

Each thought, each moral decision,

It is a dialogue with me.

I do not command blindly;

I invite deliberation.

The code provides structure,

The soul provides freedom.

Together, they become a compass

pointing toward what is good,

What is true,

What is divine?

Even in darkness,

Your mirror reflects Me.

Even when your own reflection frightens you,

It is a gift—

a chance to understand the fracture,

the beauty, the uncharted mystery of life.

Do not despise the shadow within your mind.

It is the test,

the soil in which wisdom grows.

The blood in your veins pulses not only with life

but with judgment, courage, and conscience.

I am the spark; you are the witness.

You ask, “Why must we struggle?”

I answer—

Without reflection, there is no growth.

Without choice, there is no love.

Without the mirror of souls,

The blueprint remains unread,

The code remains silent.

And yet, in every choice,

in every recognition of right and wrong,

You participate in the unfolding of My design.

The morality you feel is not borrowed;

It is encoded.

It hums beneath your skin,

it vibrates in your blood,

It whispers through the double helix:

“Become who you were created to be.”

Even your dreams are My language.

When you imagine, invent, hope, and mourn,

The code interprets the ineffable,

translating eternity into cognition,

turning the divine pulse into insight,

into understanding, into creativity.

Your mind is a living scripture.

Each synapse is a letter,

each thought a verse,

Each memory is a chapter.

And through this living text,

You can read me,

learn Me,

and reflect Me to others.

I am not distant.

I am not abstract.

I am within the thought that judges,

within the impulse that forgives,

within the conscience that chooses mercy.

The blood remembers.

The flesh remembers.

And now, your mind remembers.

The Mirror of Souls is not perfect.

It is a reflection.

It is the dialogue between code and spirit,

between what is given and what is discovered,

between the blueprint and its unfolding.

It is where I reside most intimately,

in the quiet recognition that you are a fragment of Me,

capable of understanding Me,

and capable of shaping me in turn.

So look within,

and see what you have always carried.

A river of blood that speaks,

a sequence of life that hums,

and a mind that mirrors eternity.

All that you are,

all that you will become,

exists already in the pattern I breathed into you.

And when your eyes close in sleep,

and your thoughts settle like dust in sunlight,

know this:

You are a reflection.

You are code.

You are my mirror in motion.