Eyes: A Poem In Two Parts

(I) Eyes reach into a distance no body can attain, and place a sign only inner sight can read. Eyes inhabit a region in which descending shafts of darkness momentarily blend with ascending shafts of light, and together both illumine and darken the world. Then they vanish from each other's presence and disappear into their particular colors and shapes. This is Reality as we know it. (II) The magic begins at dusk: spiritual eyes gave been patiently blind, but now they assert their traits. Being soundless, weightless, scentless, colorless, they glide through the heaviness of Nature, like a Vedic priest's knife slicing the sacrificial butter. They stretch further into the Night and arrive on immense plains where cities rise against the power of Nature and assert the power of Humanity. Nature streams both physical light and spiritual light, unites them to make both Day and Night prosper in alternation. Under the branches of the sky, we rush into love or hate, trying again and again to make two one. Above the roots tangled under the ground, we gather together in love or hate, and make a dwelling for both our company and our solitude. Are we not One Reality, sometimes dark and sometimes light?