I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created

a thought a dream, a piece of
..... fiction, no a compilation , a
,,,,, vision, a grudge of contradiction
'''''' no, no ! a craze of nightmare
;;;;; an old ones revelation

a burn so deep we do not care
,,,,, or know the depth of mind
---- called forth, our lives are
//// but a course of inner sight
??? forbidden

near or wide
at kind or at wild
land

i will find
after near or long time
that you are the gift

you will be the right
choose ,finally i decide
and the only sign

showing at right sight
i can not ever lock
my eye

you are my diamond
i searched downed at lowest
and i may suffer to get

my dearest brilliant

You can not look at and focus
on something you don't want
and not activate it in your reality

You can look at something
you do want to see
and in the process
deactivate what you don't

you release yourself from the resistant vibration
and emotion of looking at what you don't want to see
by looking at what you do want to see

we have learnt to suffer
been trained to stay focused on things hurting
in the hope they may go away if we stay focused on them
how is that working out ?

suffering isnt required to grow
misery be optional
its where and how you look at things
that determines your vibrational stance
and your life's circumstances

reality only changes
when perception does
there is no other window to creation
but your own looking
thru your own eye
your own consciousness

clean that eye out
and all will become clearer
as you look thru it

I pulled down the love is blind
and shut out the outside light,
and in the dark I let my love lead me
by touch alone, and so alone
we filled the room with our light
and kept the healing between us burning
til first chill of night,
when we saw it was safe to lift the blind
and tap our way back out into the world
- still alight
with our love is blind.

Be
looking
thru the eye

not from it

the eye
be looking

the eye
not be seeing

Its fun to be paint
Its fun to be painted
Its fun to paint
Its fun to be painter
Its fun to be painter painting
Its fun to be paint

Do you see, grasp in the nowhere and nowhen
the whole picture?
Register the tedious highs, lows, widths and breadths
before your private, iridologic rainbows?
Like grasping the rims of “allness” on the path of a forest,
letting yourself grow a vertigo, fragile and docile.
Every, every time you meet up with a person,
do you encompass in your grasp, mind’s eye, all they are, all they are,
at that one very time?
My vision dims out into dependence, when glasses leave, when the forest my attendance seeks
in utter loneliness without my harmony with it weaved.
I no longer have in survival advantage
but it feels more than right to fall, give over,
I give myself fragile, more just, and fit.
In that vulnerability I can see more than
a healthy eye can: Van Gogh’s work on my trees’ leaves.
That is what all presences, forms and life’s skies are for:
fragileness, undoneness, nothingness, reasonlessness