eyes

i was drifting
the other day

laying on my couch
thinking about eyes

i always felt them
tiny windows
allowing soul to
reach through
from infinite
vastness to
sphere of existence

god
touches
world

my daughter
emeline
could not see farther
than me
or her mother
when first arriving
on this plane
when first breaking through
to the
firmament

right now not
yet two years here
and her eyes see
what forty years
and the lives of the
prophets
have taught me

that which was and always
is
that which schools
and affiliation begs
we forget
lest we go astray
and feed our own

reality
the collective result of our
being and our
having been
and
of the truth in love
and pain
that we all share

body and mind
grow older
stronger
id feeds ego
firmament
waxes to
lower world

soul along for the ride

i just turned 40
and my eyes see
less and less

i turn once again
to the couch
and me on it
wondering
thinking
that as we get older
and we draw nearer to
that final answer
as arms grow shorter
does the gaze
of angels
lessen
through that
window

maybe
just as
we get along
and tire of the
fires and
the floods
the famine and
the greed
the continual toil
of the experience
world
so does love

its just that
those eyes
they look so
other worldly
when set into this
mud
and when we cease

all else

fingers
lips
skin

lose all trace
evidence that life
was ever present
tissue shrivels
loses the glow from
bright blood pulsing
darkens slightly but
eyes
eyes look like a complete
and separate creature
altogether
they never seem to
die

now ours
eyes turn toward
architect
focus inside
back through
windows
seeking that growing
familiarity
smell of home
once the savages
here have
had their fill
after the bills
after the sunsets
after the fires are put out
when the body nears
the finish line
with no more
dirty corners to
brush against
mind shifts to
sound
as soul begins the
search for respite
eager and urgent
begging body to
draw the blinds