I am drifting again, drifting, looking
Inward, not at all objective about what
I see, this sightless eye of self-discovery
Blinded by what it hopes to find, closed
Like the mind that guides it, but I am
Learning, learning, learning
That the mind is but one such eye through
Which I may examine this ageless riddle,
Enigma of self, my heart the true r source, a
Beacon of light, magic looking glass, pointing
The way, soul exposed by its regard, a vessel
Of emotion rather than thought, far too long
Overlooked by that deceitful, sightless eye.
END
“Sightless”
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Take care,
Sherry
Mom
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
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