There is nothing the moon does to cause a reflection.  Nor does the water work hard to mirror the bright orb of night.  They are naturally still and beauty is clear. 

When I sit in solitude, the dark turbulent waters of the frantic mind settle.  When thoughts settle, the reflection of spirit is clear.

The stillness is absorbed like a hungry cat with morning food.  I am filled nose to toes with the endless quiet of the breath.

And the mind then burst in–“THEN what?!?!”