Her third eye
hidden like blurred trees in drifting snow lie
beneath a halo of auburn hair
doe eyes she stands
with woolen design
upon her narrow line.
Her open eye
indigo reflection of weeping sky
escapes the kidnapping , soft smudge she stares
in curiosity a mouth of crimson smears
a curving branch
upon eyes trance .
a brow arched
her soul is risen .
Please listen till the end … It’s so very beautiful !
Words may be the most profound gift that one can give.
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Julie ,from the beginning do words find rest in our hearts and erupt at times of love ? … it is all so mysterious ( she is inside of me , in my womb still ) .. Thank you for being here …hugs xxx
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Truly beautiful and touching!. Wishing you a great friday and weekend ahead, Aquileana 😀
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Aquileana ( such a beautiful name ) Thankyou for your presence on this journey …love , meg xxx
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heart rending, meg. beautiful work. ~m
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Hi Meredith …your thoughts are always so dear …thank you …hugs xxx
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Oh mom, with your words, I giggle. With the music, I cry. Thank you for this sweet gift and especially for being my “Dear” mom. I love you!
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Denise I am sure thanks you for you Sonnet…. It touched me deeply today ❤
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P.S. Mom it is indeed your own third eye born into me which occupies the womb where I lived, which is still there. Your words upon next read bring several associations for me, your own secret clues from yourself. It’s a poem from long ago, from across the oceans of a romantic ballad, now friendship. I’m sure you understand. Again, thank you Doe.
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… always a gentle beautiful fawn ( you ) xxx
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Exquisite, the black/white adds so much to the mystical quality. Such a tribute to the one with magical eyes. Great music choice, once again. Lovely post, Meg.
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I love your insight Vanessa , ” the one with magical eyes ” …thank you so much for your loyal visits …truly …xxx
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My pleasure…I look forward to your entries, you have such a gift. xxx
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Your words and images together seem to make a dynamic system. I move from one to the other looking for what lives in them, finding instead another layer of depth with each circuit. I was looking at the second photo, seeing the crystalline facets of the iris, realizing I had missed on the first reading of this poem the slightly crinkled brow, wondering about that feeling that comes when we encounter the boundless mystery in an image or a turn of phrase. I was reminded of the famous National Geographic photo of the Afghan girl with green eyes. And then I was thinking of the eyes of lions (my mind is not quiet this morning), and how whenever we look deeply into the eyes of another living being there is some pulse of recognition, some sensation we cannot name. I decided that is the quantum entangled moment when you realize you’re looking deeply into yourself through a shockingly beautiful mirror called Life…
Michael
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Your last sentence Michael is so especially beautiful … I remain truly grateful for your thoughts and feelings shared … You shine more light and I am awed …thank you so very much xxx
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just a beautiful post, thank you.
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Charlotte , how gracious and kind of you …thank you …xxx
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Your descriptions are continually amazing me, i think at least in part because I never know what will be next! LIKE
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Hi Christy …truly thank you ! …I never know either ! Xxx
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Wow. Beautiful. Your words have sucked me in like a vortex.xo
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Blessings of love to you Chrissy …. Thankyou for finding me so that our souls could meet from across the country …xxx
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