Behind Green Eyes Poem by Catherine Lindsey

I am not this body I wear,
I am not the thoughts I share,
I am not limited in any way,
I can't be bound in prisions
of flesh and blood, or clay.
I can enter into your body,
And still be who I am.
This I know to be true.

I seem to be just a spark of my own attention,
Just one point of focus.
The seer, who sees the all.
Untouched, unblemished by your blows.

When the winds blow down this mountain,
Stark and cold,
I shiver not,
For I am warmed from the fire within.
It warms me, strengthens me, cheers me,
And leads me on majestically.

Sometimes I forget who I am,
Being caught up in the emotions of the game,
I forget that I can fly,
And everywhere is my home.
Yet, I am the calming factor,
The witness of my life.
I know not my own name,
But today,
I am behind green eyes.