My Child, Thru This Prism

my child, thru this prism is how the dragonfly sees life in a myriad of perception and what i wish for you to learn from this prism, these words are that there are many ways life appears thru eyes yours as well as another's it is when you can see thru the eyes of another you will begin a garden from which seeds were sown will grow the most precious gift you will ever give yourself as well as a wounded world full of selves taught hatred the Gift of Understanding it is a beautiful garden, my child where even weeds are welcomed it is in the tunneling of vision myopia, that our lives narrow the self-becomes centered, blinded a peripheral world of nightmares fearful of shadows, too soon mistrusted beings who for the most part are in essence harmless it is therefore thru these words this prism lie my hopes seeking for you freedom from the only human blindness, i fear selfishness as you gaze with the dragonfly become one with it test those wings of imagination let the experience open your eyes to a world bathed in the light of understanding, feel as others feel let it touch your heart with the joy of compassion, wonder the world was meant to be shared be happy in that sharing as i am in sharing life with you it is thru the understanding of others we come to see and discover ourselves the path is circular it is thru your eyes i see me my child, i give you this word heliotaxis it means to grow towards or away from the sun choose the light choose to understand Phoenix 88 The Patient Stones This poem was inspired by the Natures Company Prism, it is a device giving you what a dragonfly sees in the multifaceted vision of the anthropod's eye. After sitting at my desk playing with it and trying to learn how such a structure feels, the ancestral form of the compound eye, i then wrote this almost non-stop. here i remember Michangelo's remark that the sculptor merely chisels away what was always in the stone. i see what he means, quite clearly