Seeing With Your Eyes Shut . . .

  

The wind roars

Tears down the tree---

A slain thing seeming dead

But appearances are deceitful

What you cannot see or sense

In what your eyes see

Tells the most

Tells the greater truer thing

Seeing with your eyes shut

Find the way

And the torn down thing

Made whole

And the greater gift

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We see---and yet---we do not see---

We see with our eyes open

We see not---and we see---

Our eyes shut to our own perception---

Open to one greater---

Eyes within eyes and a new world entered

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Tricking Down the Lines of Sight

Trickling down the lines of sight

Tear drops that run down windows

Falling past eyes that never asked for them

Nor ever dreamed they would be needed

Though nothing truly good was ever made 

Without them

Even those which outwardly never emerged

But were locked inside

Were the secret channels of true perception

Lines of sight that could come no other way

Though we tried every other means

And went through every outer-part of knowledge

There was no other way that worked so well as sorrow

The un-thanked for gift . . . the other side of joy

           

                         

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Falling Through the Daylight  

Falling through the daylight

And taking me with it---

The breathing streams of your love

That through eternity, touch the very marrow

Of my earthly existence, lifting me nearer

Clasping me closer, giving me the all of life

That I might never be parted from you

Never having left your side---

Not since there was ever any beginning---

All my breathing done for me in me

Before ever I was made

         

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