Borrowing God's Eyes Poem by Tarun Cherian

Borrowing God's Eyes



In my eyes, everything
is scarred and broken...
In your eyes, everything
is glorious, whole...

In my eyes, people are solid with faint light around...
In your eyes, people are blazing dances with bodies attached...

In my eyes the city is grim...
In your eyes, the city is a wart on a play of light...

I borrow your eyes
not intending to return it.

You lend me your eyes
not intending to take it back...

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We see auras. For close to 50 years, we have seen auras, lights in and around people. Often darkness where deep hurts reside. Then there are times when the divine sits us on its lap and shows us the world from its eyes. What we see as scars become channels of lights. Disease and defeat become stepping stones. This is a promise not for us, teachers, gurus, prophets... But for evvery creature, every stone of existence... all this arises from perfection...
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