-- To See Through the Eye --

by John Herlihy

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To see thru the eye of the storm,

From a quiet place of infinite calm.

Encased in a womb before being born,

Hear sacred rhythms of a chanted psalm.

Threading thru the needle’s eye of day,

The thief of night flees the coming dawn.

Dawn’s light spread gently over the bay,

Thru stained-glass the day’s rainbow drawn.

Threading thru the needle’s eye of night,

Darkness as silence of an unsounded bell.

The day remembered thru the moon’s light,

As the mystery of stars their own story tell.

To see thru the eye of the needle,

Riding roughshod on the camel’s back.

Rite of passage in the heart of the humble,

To finally discover what we always lack.

To drown in the eye of certain doubt,

Hopelessly in an ocean of uncertainty.

Without ever realizing what life is about,

Lost in the realm of unfathomable mystery.

To witness thru the eye of certainty,

To see beyond the sun into the light.

Truth revealed in the heart of mystery,

To bear witness in the heart of the night.

To surrender to the eye of the One,

A reality that no falsehood can smother.

Thru the sun door into a new world spun,

Visions of beauty and bliss like none other.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Saturday 23 December 2023