They tell a tragic tale, flowing from fearful depths
They close out pain and shut the dark
They help you rest, refresh;
They silence life, cut me off, will not open, if they wish.
They transport you away
To garden of celestial play
Struck with searing flashlight
They show life with no sight.
Seeing and unseeing, stared into mine
Averted and distorted, they are sublime
Held, they bring you to your prime.
They filter your chaos and the drama of the world
*Shakti-filled, they liquefy, turn into gold
Blind to the faults of men, like Brahman.**
They are the Eyes.
The windows of your Soul.
The mirrors of your God.
*Vedic meaning: energy
© Millicent Danker
5 April 1999 / 7 May 2013