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The Eye

Yesterday evening near sunset I saw God's eye peeking at it's creation. I saw the eye in the saddle-back of my high valley home. The eye was gigantic and made of deep dark monsoon clouds sweeping an eyelid across two mountain peaks. The setting sun was the shape of a pupil, blazing forth from eternity into our NOW. In that eye I saw...the God was pleased with all of it's creations, even those we humans don't yet understand. The multitudes of creatures that crawl, walk, trot, fly, slink and buzz included. The gaze lasted long into the evening as if the earth was soothing to the soul. The sun, then set and earth drifted off to sleep to dream of other sunsets on other worlds.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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