Gazing Eyes
Gazing eyes, cannot belie
a triumph. The unexpected signs,
combined with waves of energy,
soft blue rings, flaming dilation,
swollen from the inside out,
winding rivers that flood and flow
through dried out lands of wrinkled souls.
The summer sun has begun to climb
back into our coming autumn sky,
in a relapse of retrograde motion.
No, gazing eyes (like yours and mine)
are unafraid, to see through,
to be present and always true,
and go beyond the world we knew.
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