Can you really see my soul?
Can I really see yours?
I peer out from a sea of green
The color may cast the view —
of a light and airy hue.
I used to name it the Eyes –
Stretching mine large and wide.
I wonder if there’s more than sight
Through the eyes that we are given
Do we also get God’s vision?
Eyes look out, eyes look in
Do they have another role…
To find each other’s soul?
I love that! Plan to send it to my granddaughter in college.
Love, Jeanette
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I hope your granddaughter relates, and looks out with wonder at her expanding world.
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loved those thoughts on green eyes
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Pi girl!
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A thoughtful piece.
xx Huge Hugs xxx
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Hopefully I gave you an ‘eye’full.
Big Hug Back.
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Great poem Pam. Personally I’d say yes, my experience tells me eyes give me much more than sight. When I consciously look someone else directly in the eyes it’s like a meeting. I recognise there’s so much more to them than what I see, it’s like the eyes are indeed some kind of opening to the soul. From the other perspective I have met people who don’t like to make eye contact, which always puts me on edge or makes me wonder why, and also once, I looked into the eyes of someone was threatening me and they appeared to be gone, lost, there was nothing there. That was scary. It’s hard to describe. Hmmm…thought provoking poem! Hugs, H xxx
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We don’t learn the answer in school, or in church, or at yoga or meditation sessions. We don’t learn it through our parents or during parenting, or even through love. I think we need to just look hard within another’s eyes, and there, there, is the answer.
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Well done, Wight!
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I’m beaming – praise from a poet. Thank you!
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Happy Birthday (tomorrow), Pam! The “eyes” have it….
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Blowing a big kiss your (cold) way.
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Happy almost birthday, Pam!
Do not beware the Ides of March; instead have a big honkin’ slice of cake.
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Exactly. I never stop believin’ — in the power of cake. If those Romans had gathered around a birthday cake, the knives never would have come out.
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Well, except to slice it.
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Damn, I was trying for a more romanticized version. I guess Julius just had to go…
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Happy month of the birth, Pam 😉 I love this – green eyes are just lovely! 😀
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As well as green-eyed dragonflies (don’t you love the florescent colors on those flying insects?). I enjoyed the wine-induced photos in your latest post.
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LOL – I’m so glad! Next I might try and capture my reflection in those beautiful flying insect eyes (I’ll think of something!) 😉
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