Eyes of the Lynx

In Native American mythology The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes The ability to see clearly, as well as being The knower of secrets, in terms of what We hide from ourselves as well as others I did not ask for this gift Nonetheless, it is ever present, Sometimes, I strive to imagine Having a blind eye for the Things that I truly see And owning a deaf ear Towards what is really heard Having known many people in this life’s venture Associates sometimes are distant strangers And strangers become close confidants For to see what is hidden from others Is to observe what is unseen by many To know that which we attempt to conceal From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx (pause) Do these eyes pierce you? Or do they intrigue you Perhaps both at the same time? I didn’t mean to make you shudder While that smug tone of voice began to stutter As you became aware of the pensive Stare, that unintentionally seeps right Through to the core, those false masks So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior Gazing around a room full of puppets To their own suppressed ideas While thinking their inner most secrets are safe However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie, (pause) Go ahead, Condemn the wealthy woman Across the room in the corner But did I notice a glare of envy? Laugh at the alcoholic as he Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication But, wipe the saliva from your mouth Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm Was that a flicker of fascination I detected? For now, I too will wear my mask One of innocence and vulnerability And saunter about the room quietly For if they only knew, Eyes of the Lynx An unwanted gift? Or underappreciated blessing? Either way, ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………