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Following one little thinking pattern that may not even exist. |
Bow tied eyes With heads up The orbs are gazed upon Eyes focus above. In an attempt to know more of themselves the people must be shown What it is that glows above and whose work it is But the heads begin to drop and notice dear earth mumbling. Grass shakes in evening winds Boulders tumble along unknown paths obeying timeless pattern Water trickles; trick a licking. Heads crease and need scratching In wonder of what is seen No words have yet been assembled, no spectacle to be known. The earth continues talking Babbling, crying, laughing Eyes dart away. Eyes travel between our earth and others Trying to see between where what is earthly ends and the rest begins Here the sight is spleen; Guts and blood Healthy, dying, lost Another environment speaking humbly to the mind. When the eyes give way Sight enters the mind So minds may enter the sight. Exploring what runs throughout it Feeding off of what is found The mind consumes continually. The mind’s use of sight lowers with the sun Sleepers do not think past dusk And the world waits for another day. Past a night, exploration begins anew Worlds to name Names to be surrounded by words. Looking to the sky And wondering as they do Looking for an answer the subject is consumed. Minds becomes matter Stories become days The earth speaks a new tongue each time. In confusion, facts are few Proving them carries us through History. Some facts are believed Some minds are moved The forces sway the subjects like waves to rooted seaweed. Looking up through the water We see one changing life When we are lucky the sun shines just right. In that energy our eyes can rest and see The warmth is that of a baby’s curled palm The moment rushes through as another pushes in. These seconds are those that make sense of the rest of the ways we pass our waiting time. At odd moments they may come Loved ones bring them by The eyes rest. |