Abandoned Eyes
Eyes are wise.
With lids open to view,
They deepen light into truth
And soul into song.
Eyes hold memories
In colors that blaze from rainbows,
Where owls take flight
Before morning dawn.
Eyes have will
For those who choose.
Eyes portend
For those awake.
Eyes are tutors in all realms
For those who seek.
Eyes view outward and inward,
For inner sight takes the journey
Of the Blind Swordsman
Into realms of tangled woods
And sculpted caverns,
Sanctuaries of sages there to teach.
Inner sight echoes outer sight
In collages and montages
Of memories snapped
In fleeting gazes or
Focused convergence of
Light rays on the soul.
Light is tincture,
The pigment of self.
The eyes open to a vast museum
Of your art, and
Your themes are held in
Your inner sight.
Outer sight is voluntary;
Inner sight is willed.
These eyes can be abandoned
By those surrendering to slumber,
Knowing not that the light
Is the beacon to the heart,
Guiding the seeker
To self and soul.
The world is not just
That before you.
Your eyes are funnels
Drawing light into your heaven.
Where outer meets inner
Is creation blazing.
Light converges with light in spirals,
Drawing you deeper and deeper
Into your being.
Vision is a vortex,
Outer truth swirling
Into inner knowing
In another dimension
Which is your empyrean.
Outer vision opens to life
And closes to death.
Inner vision closes to life
And opens to death.
Be now a seer
Without abandon.
Copyright© 2018/02/24 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “Eye’s Vortex” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
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