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Eyes Like Mine
Ancients wove it through
our silk unconscious,
that when Night appears,
enfolding earth with Her great darkness,
we sing evening canticles against the gloom,
to ward off all
imagined horror
of demons,
sin,
of simply
not knowing.
Sages say
there must be something:
absence of a god: taboo.
Guiding force
abides in wise ones,
who tell the rest
they shall believe.
Still,
foolish minds and those who won't see
embrace the wind
and love the trees,
climb a high dune,
hold a sparrow,
worship earth
with eyes like mine.
C 2010 Yearning Eye
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Eyes Like Mine
Ancients wove it through
our silk unconscious,
that when Night appears,
enfolding earth with Her great darkness,
we sing evening canticles against the gloom,
to ward off all
imagined horror
of demons,
sin,
of simply
not knowing.
Sages say
there must be something:
absence of a god: taboo.
Guiding force
abides in wise ones,
who tell the rest
they shall believe.
Still,
foolish minds and those who won't see
embrace the wind
and love the trees,
climb a high dune,
hold a sparrow,
worship earth
with eyes like mine.
C 2010 Yearning Eye