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Inner Eye

In-between sleep and wakefulness,
when my dream still lingers,
entwining free-flown fingers
with the morning rays, dancing across my eyelids.

It is in this state of in-between layers
that my inner-eye blinks its prayers,
and I can move backwards
through all of my many memories
until about the age of three -
the time when my imagination was truly free.

When I was three,
there wasn't one God for me to believe in.
There were thousands of Gods and Goddesses
hiding inside of each and every living thing:
Deities in the woods and wind.
Deities hiding beneath the surface 
of our goldfish pond,
water nymphs kissing the feet
of the Lady in the lake.

One of my most vivid memories as a toddler,
was the day I caught a huge, black cricket.
My Father seemed shocked at the size of my catch,
punched holes into the lid of a mason jar
for me to keep the cricket inside of.
He had never seen such an enormous cricket before.
I was so proud.
I remember looking into its mysterious eyes,
believing for some strange reason,
that a loved one, was now inside of this creature.

Such strange thoughts for a three year-old to have.
But at the time, I truly believed in this.
This was sort of my first inner awakening.
My inner-eye was beginning to speye.
The first night with my cricket,
I listened to its hypnotic song,
and realized it sounded similar to the music
that the old Chinese lady listened to, down the street.
This was sort of my second inner awakening.

I didn't know about the Dao back then;
or maybe I just didn't know the labels?
But I did know how I was altering the destiny
of this creature....altering my own being.

The next day, my Father made me release the cricket.
He did not want it to die,
for it was the biggest cricket he had ever seen.
That was still the most proud I had ever been.
Reluctantly, I opened the jar,
waited an eternity for the escape.
That night I swore that I could hear
a distinct "Chiiiiiiirrrrrup" much louder than the rest.
This was sort of my third inner awakening -
my inner-eye, beginning to speye....

....just as I am awakening now,
the morning rays dancing across my eyelids.

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  1. Date: 9/18/2012 11:31:00 AM
    I was looking through your more recent poems actually....when I came across this one...gee...I haven't read this poem of yours before, I'm very sure of that...yet somehow it seems so familiar? I feel like a bit of a thief again, ha!...anyway...this is utterly awakenings within us always are...

  1. Date: 7/10/2010 11:37:00 AM
    Very interesting write. Congrats.

  1. Date: 7/8/2010 7:05:00 AM
    Congratulations Chris on your win in Frank Herrera's contest "Images". Love, Carol

  1. Date: 7/8/2010 1:48:00 AM
    Dear Chris, This goes to my favorite list. It is simply spellbinding and magical. Congratulations on your win. Love, Lainie

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 10:51:00 AM
    As I said before. this one is splendid, Chris! Congratulations, very well deserved! Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 10:41:00 AM
    Congrats on your well deserved win in Frank’s contest. May you have many more wins as you keep your passionate pen alive… Please keep writing great poems, and enjoy this honor. Love, Adeleke

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 10:19:00 AM
    yeah, such is life we win some, we lose some ;) and that's better ;)-- actually I think it's pretty great that you're pretty cool with me pointing out your typos, I honestly think so that I'd want people to tell me my mistakes rather than have it glaring at my face and not knowing them --but I'm trying evolve in how I point it out, making it more subtle--yeah right!! shucks I can't help but feel notorious in over commenting in people's writes here...

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 9:51:00 AM
    hey, no fair-- they're still there!! go edit it already!!! lol

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 9:49:00 AM
    and aha! I just knew that was a coined word--I was even guessing how to pronounce it--like spay or spy?? you got me googling and unearthing that old dictionary--geez :p! haha and glad to know that I've drilled those apostrophes (haha no i's in them, sorry) out of your brain ^_~ looks like you won't be needing me anymore, mission accomplished ;)

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 8:37:00 AM
    another btw-- I think you wrote this in your "it's" phase ;) I speye with my little eye two apostro--phyes sneaking in where they shouldn't lie ;p ---haha now I'm thinking you coined that speye word???

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 8:34:00 AM
    I really really enjoyed this one, Chris! Super congrats on your 1st place win ^_^ Gosh how big was that cricket? I've never even seen a black one I think...and that's amazing you remember things as far back as a 3-yr old. golly I'm lucky if I remember what I wore last week, lol!! The awakening of your inner eye sure was interesting and to think it all started when you were young--very nice! Btw I agree with Andrea--what is "speye"? I checked my dictionary of difficult words--no dice!! --nikko :)

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 7:25:00 AM
    How wonderful. Memories of a three year old. How lucky you are that you can recall them. Great poem and great win. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 7/7/2010 5:21:00 AM
    Big congrats Chris on your 1st place win in the Images contest with this awesome and mesmerizing write.. enjoy my friend.. with luv from the "Sweetheart" in Hawaii.. AlohA..

  1. Date: 5/29/2010 8:10:00 PM
    What is "speye?" I never saw that word before. You were very different from most three year olds.I recall standing entranced at age three in front of two stuffed animals at a museum, very affected by the sight of a deer being mauled by the other creature (a bear? I forget now). Blood all over her fur. And today I am a big Stephen King fan!! Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 5/29/2010 8:07:00 PM
    Splendid, Chris From the way you write, it is obvious you can break any rules you want. You already understand English. I admire e e cummings breaking the rules because he was a genius with words. It's ok to break rules when you already understand them. Hope you got that from my blog, which btw I am so happy your responded to (notice I finished my sentence with a preposition.) I'm modern and do not hold people to antiquated rules such as not finishing with a preposition! AND you can begin AND.

  1. Date: 5/29/2010 3:26:00 PM
    Great reading ,really could picture what you wrote....sarah thank you for comments on my poems x

  1. Date: 5/29/2010 6:06:00 AM
    Nice one Chris, a wonderful poet in every style. Smiles, p.s. go check out my redo on ADAM AND EVE. I NO LONGER CHEAT ON U IT IS YOU (MY CHRIS) WHO CHEATS ON POOR LITTLE BIG MELLON ME. LOL. LOVE THE MELLON'S IN YOUR EVE 2 ME. Later with lots of love 2 U my friend,,SKAT

  1. Date: 5/28/2010 4:15:00 PM
    Wow. Thank you for your comment. It opened my mind a bit. I really, really needed to be told that. Thanks!!!

  1. Date: 5/28/2010 2:20:00 PM
    Simply wonderful Chris, this is my kind of poetry. Our inner deep minds releasing their little gems. The dreams i had and still have when i was young have been turned into poems, now posted on the Soup. Being a Red Indian, assisting the Police in finding a missing girl, and constant dreams of seeing a plane crash over my home city. Altered state or state to be altered, time will tell > great write if i may say so >> James

  1. Date: 5/28/2010 1:21:00 PM
    your poem a tribute to Gods and Goddesses. Breathtaking! Thanks for your comment. Love, Susan