Holding mirror, looked at still reflection of still eyes, no fire, no tears but also not even trace of peace. Some mocked on being monk, some called growing up, some referred calm nature. But without peace, it can't be calm. Even the monk has the desire to be free, but no desire can be find in these eyes. They holds just nothingness, the void. Still, frozen, looking at mirror, found out a little glow glimmering , a shine, probably a shine of void, of that nothingness, like a glow of frozen ice. Reflection shivered on this search. With the shivering, with the glimpse of glow, only desire wake up. Desire to melt down. Melting need the warmth....