Monday, February 28, 2005

Windows to the Soul

February 27, 2005

Eyes are a passage into the soul..
Yet also the window from inside the same.

They are the glass through which
an ever-present child-self
anxiously peers,
seeking solace from the goings-on
of time long forgotten, or rather,
quite deliberately evicted
from conscious memory.

But the body remembers,
as does the child.
Long she peers, hoping some passerby
will mark her existence;

better yet, that the grown woman,
whose eyes ever close to reality,
will finally admit she never died..

..and comprehending,
will grasp this truth:
Survival is not the ultimate ideal..

..and upon waking,
will strive
for the first time
fully, abundantly...

to live.

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George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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