There are eyes that see within ourselves, a shuttered world of dreams
Part the cloth that hides ourselves, they see between the seams
Raiment draped on growing soul, facade to fool them all
Bitter be at times it seems, this cloth precedes the fall
There are other eyes that see as deep, that see both friend and foe
They see the furrowed loam of life, and know what we will sow
See the germ within ourselves, that even we may doubt
The germ that sprouts this gentle life, that knows what we’re about
The eyes that see within our souls, may also see the world
Of everyday we take a breath, from birth and fetal curled
Other eyes may see us now, but not the eyes we own
May eyes within our bodies own, see seeds that we have sown
I pray the eyes that see within, are held within your soul
The eyes that wake with breaking day, to stand upon this shoal
To gaze upon this life ahead, to know that it is yours
Sailing swift on whispered breath, this life you know it soars
Image borrowed from Google images
An awesome write, John! I’m hoping these things with you, my man!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/03/05/almost-right/
I knew we’d share this dream.
शानदार मेरे दोस्त !!
I have ‘absolutely’ no idea what you just said, but thanks! (I think
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According to the Hindi – English translation service: My friend splendorous…I was curious !!!
I knew if I waited long enough, you would figure it out for me.
Oh my…methinks you are knowing me toooooooo well.
Jo, you are so awesome, you know that?
Hmmmmmm…I’ve heard other words used…hehehehe
I just can’t stand not knowing something. Drives me insane with curiosity.
Great writing, I so enjoy visiting here. I’m intrigued by the chicken scratch from Patrick…
Thanks! As for the chicken scratch, check with Jo’s reply above.
the last stanza makes me soar with emotion…wow and wow again
Welcome, it’s pretty nice up here, isn’t it!
it is that Cap’n…thank you for the bright start to my day
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An astute observation about ‘sight’, Cap’n. I love it that so many of your poems end on hopeful notes, as this one does. Hope is so important to ‘sight’, in many ways. The picture..I realize that it is from an Indian celebration, but my first thought was that it was a Day of the Dead celebration, with the marigolds and ashen bodies. Quite a striking image to go with your poem. And I am still giggling to myself that Jo managed to find a way to translate the Hindi for you…she is amazing.
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it, and yes, Jo is one crazy amazing person.
Ummmmmm…is that crazy and amazing or crazy amazing…
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I think you can be crazily amazing and amazingly crazy in equal measure. One of the things I like most about you actually.
How did you get to know me so well from such a distance…
Fantastic lines.
I think this speaks to the journey everyone is on – to know ourselves well enough to make the most of life. It makes me wonder how many never open their “eyes” to the truth right in front of them.
Sadly, I think the majority never open their eyes, and either can not, or refuse to, see within themselves. Glad you enjoyed this though, and thanks for the visit.