Some say we have a third eye by which we
May see the things we may not see because
We are looking less for mind than matter
Which would not matter if we could not mind
Two for the former one for the latter
Which eyes though without seeking always find
Matter over mind to fit and flatter
Addressing less before and more behind
Finding that behind has gotten fatter
Some are still searching for a promised land
As if it could be found if it could be
And though I too have searched I understand
That my promised land is inside of me
As it has always been yet never was
It is only present in the present
And not in what the doer did but does
Matters of mind are not always pleasant
But my third eye is open as my hand
Open your eyes and tell me what you see
With two eyes I am blind but not with three
This IS the promised land. This land was not discovered by European settlers until many, many years after that promise.
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2008
Right on, Steven :-)
Eyes that flatter, seeing things that do not matter, a surreal unreal material world of CNN vulgar entertainments and neighborly abuses, and, all the while "my promised land is inside of me" where it has always been. Write on!
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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I enjoyed the message
very close to my way of thinking and feeling.
Axilea
Eyes that flatter, seeing things that do not matter, a surreal unreal material world of CNN vulgar entertainments and neighborly abuses, and, all the while "my promised land is inside of me" where it has always been. Write on!
Ted