A Visual Eternity
When what you see as a maze of shadows,
or when a thick tree-ranked woods comes into focus
you get a moment to be still within
and there, right inside your eyes
the mind shifts into clarity;
your timelessness snaps into visible mode.
Like when you watch a choreographed sky-dance,
a murmuration of starlings for instance
and just one bird leaps out of the swirling air
into a definition so clear it makes you disappear
in the looking -
in that moment
you have found the instantaneous
face of Spirit
behind its razzle-dazzle.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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