Avian Eye Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki
Avian Eye
An avian eye
Looks straight into mine
And reminds me that I
Am etheric.
This wise eye
Even in black and white
Looks through me
As if I am transparent.
We've met before
On two legs and on four.
We've glided through forests
And swum among coral.
Close your eyes.
And open your mind,
Let the present retreat
And time rewind on its spool.
We have been here before.
We will be here again.
We will meet.
We will part.
We will die.
Storms will rage.
Times will change.
But reality remains
As fluid and resilient as life.
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4/19/2024 9:51:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I’m tending, naturally enough I suppose, to read everything with My Stroke of Insight near to my consciousness. In this case I’m reminded of her describing herself, at the loss of her left brain, as a kind of a fluid blob. I especially like time rewind on its spool. One thing that jarred a bit, Suzanne, was the avian eye, as you begin, in the water swimming among the coral. -Glen
Hi Glen, A Facebook friend of mine has this parrot. Every time she posts a picture of it looking directly into the camera, I feel like it is looking directly into my soul. That is why I talk about black and white. But the wise eye of a parrot seemed as good a place as any to talk about Oneness!