Shall I postpose the Acceptation (and realization)
and scream at my own eyes?*
“Cherchez La Vache” ....Look to the cows if you want to know....
Look to your mind
Look into your own eyes, see the inner world within
As self-protecting fantasy dissipates blazing disc
in the Western horizon
Where in the eye does the I begin?
Azure Sky, iridescent grass, lone rose
of sharon hangs in the summer breeze
The eye of the daisy, the mouth of the black-eyed susan
fingers of fern reach out accepting our presence
Merging infinite symmetry in all its asymmetrical glory
and time battered legacy of untold truths
We braid ourselves into pleasure, amid crickets, cookies
and chat, tales of color and comedy
Fresh earth, matrix mana, kind-hearted
stars explode
Raining sparkling dust covering the mirror of the soul
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*A line from Walt Whitman
