There’s Nothing In The Mind Wasn’t First In The Eye Poem by Mark Heathcote

Is a false dawn as like a mountain has many mouths?
Each spring joins another; in turn maintains a river
That is forced to open water. Out to the ocean depths
Where; it clothes the land as if its journey above
Or below hadn’t taken place, happened or mattered.

And, same can be said of the spirit or the mind
We only fiscally internalize or chose a viewpoint
From the mountain peak; we wish to see or expose.
The view from any mountain top is often obscured…
It might only be in the form of a shaken snow globe
Through others we glimpse this world - around us.

Yet, the eye has decided its path and like a spring
Has rundown from mountain tops, joining others.
But in joining has forged a river and joined an ocean…
Clouded by all kinds of pollutants… what was pure?
Has, now lost sight of itself its own vast importance.
Here social understanding is its self a perpetual cloud.

We’re all spiritually whole! One, when we are born.
But divided into streams and rivers pooled together
Out of our necessity to be indoctrinated and loved
Without; which, our consciences, wouldn’t evolve?
Like magnetic fields. We’re all charged to attract
Or repel. The eye is only the light-bulb engineer.