The Eyes Have It
Give me kind eyes because
eyes are why saints see God
and sinners see sin
I want eyes
that effortlessly pump compassion
from the ground of experience
as if kindness were oil
Buddha were Exxon
and I were a young girl laughing
without thinking why.
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I love this! My prayer as well
So wistful! Compassion that can be pumped out like oil, Buddha as Exxon – love it! So original! And laughing just for the sake of it! I remember being that carefree. This poem is very evocative.
Wow, Mike, you really outdid yourself on this lovely piece of work.