Closed eyes
When I look around
When I listen
I turn around
Close my eyes
It is here
It is behind me
It is whispering
“Listen with your mind”
Ears can not hear
The hauntingly soft sound
The whisper which rings in my mind
Echoing louder than thought
“Listen with your heart”
…hear my call
I am here
Look around with closed eyes
“Find me,
I am here”
In the eye of the mind
With the voice of the soul
It never left…
Life is different with the knowledge
Passes by on a contrastive journey
Between ignorance and understanding
What the implications are for choosing to listen…
Are yet to be learned, simply live and listen…
Do not experience pain
Do not yearn for the past
The past is a trick of desire
Desire is the trick of the mind
The mind is the trick of time
Time is the trick of space
Space is infinite as is life
Experience life with closed eyes and an open soul
Experience the soul with an unyielding grasp
Death is objective
When I think of it
I feel sorrow partly for it
I feel sorrow and pain for myself
I am selfish and wanted more time
Is that wrong?
Now I wait with closed eyes, for that is the only place I will feel it
Behind closed eyes is where I can hear it
Behind closed eyes I can see it, in my infinite mind
For eternity…
Can you feel it? Do you know what it is?
I wonder if it isn’t desire itself…
What a thought provoking poem.
“it” could be so many things, ideas flitted through my mind…
wonderful..
thank you for the share..
(((sorrow))) “it” is… I wonder indeed… for perhaps I knew what “it” was… I am not sure anymore
With eyes closed , one can only feel peace and love .
That’s perhaps my perception .
akash
(((akash))) what a beautiful perception… if only to be in your mind… thank you for your light and wisdom as always
Dear enreal, you have the power to express your journey, your feelings and your thoughts. Thank you for sharing that.
With closed eyes, there are no thoughts, there is always a stream of images, there is always contact to whatever my soul desires….
(((rainer))) what beautiful ideas… perhaps… you see through closed eyes as I see through my mind… our vision is the same… perhaps you understood… perhaps
“It” could be many things but to me this seems to speak of the soul’s yearning for inner peace and resolve; a difficult thing to muster in this day and age of crazy working schedules and families with multiple agendas.
I find it sad that sitting down to eat with my daughters is a treat these days. How profoundly sad is that?
Sometimes I really wonder what we’ve accomplished.
Nice to read some peaceful words on a Saturday morning.
Thanks so much for your visits to my blog. Much appreciated.
You’re now linked, btw. Thanks for that too.
Have an awesome weekend.
~m
(((~m))) thanks for the visit… sad, yes and no… the appreciation is the true meaning… “it” could be what “it” is… perhaps you see Thank You
Closing my eyes, I can only see a beauty never was in human history. I hear songs of the angel mortals used to deafen. I feel a gentle tap…what is it? I have no words to name it as it is for it is beyond our mortal minds.
(((glaize))) such beauty in your soul… it spreads through these pages into my mind… thank you my dear friend for shining your light here
Desire is a trick of the mind - Very profound statement dearest Angel Enreal. Can one love without desire of some type? Is all that comes from desire a trick of the mind also? Beautifully written and thought provoking as always . . . PLL, CordieB.
(((Cordie))) you are an inspiration… the piece you wrote blew me away… thank you for being here
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