To Any Unseeing
Eye
Teaching True
Sight
Son, listen
to what an old soul here says;
Age has not
yet touched your soul's eyes
Or you would
not blame these few days;
One may
live thrice; one still once dies.
Speak not
what you see missing in them
For in each
missing part you yourself are
Missing as
the leaf to its very own stem
Or as the
blind moon to any seeing star.
For from our
words you word your own,
You shall
not ask "Where truly be they?"
Do things
need to before eyes be shown,
Or is it
eyes which need just not to play.
Have eyes to
gaze into our bright darkness
Or blind
you be in your dark brightness
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Life is
cruel as any stone to any foot is.
Closer is
one's own to oneself yet again.
Then blame
not the hardest stone please,
For to any
hard stone harder is my pen.
You close to yourself see yourself more
Than any eye
can see eyeing into shape.
Eyes that
claim sight your shape adore
But that shape their true seeing will rape.
Why like a
wanderer walking on lands
Where no bud
ever grows, all is stone,
Do you not
quit but let ands follow ands
And ever
sing this soul blinding tone?
Be a stone
and let my eyes ever forget you
Be an eye
and see your dreams coming true
Nomad
Soul