The Seeking


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You've been to this place
where the eye cannot see
Convinced that you'd been robbed of
all light that ever was
you'd crept within and waited
for the moment you'd be seen -
so you may live and breathe
and dance and find meaning, again.
You screwed your eyes shut
your eyelids latched in fear
praying for deliverance,
pledging kindness in return.

Then comes the world (or your perception), crumbling,
unleashing fireballs
stilling you in the swirls
ripping your cocoon,
leaving nowhere to crouch or hide
But just like love that blooms around
the ways and times of an ugly war
you sense your hope
growing deep and tall
in similes of grace embracing all. 

You fall out of a massive sky
inky and starred and vast and wide
as the universe plays
her songs of yore
just as old as the burning stars
reminding you to breathe,
reminding you to hope, 
leading you to drift in peace, 
to give in to its calm.

As you give in, overwhelmed
come those shards of light
that try and pry your lids apart
and toss you over to tumble
down rivers and soft rocks.
As you give in to the roll, 
give it all up in abandon-
it stops; the pause is all that it needs
Now that you are ready to see.

You'll now see
where you'd been hiding 
all along:
A darkness of your own making
A mist of perceptions
A game where you'd blindfolded
your own seeking eye.

Perhaps now you know
why you weren't seen.
The eye was never meant
to be seen by its own;
The maker maketh so 
we may see and be seen.

Now with your eyes wide open 
I pray you may see me 
as I am, as it is, as every eye should see
and in my gaze see you
just as I see the real you:
brave, resilient and unique;
beautiful and pure as light.

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