Day 541: The Gift of Gaze

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i am reluctant to speak
when the remaining words
are “goodbye,”

or none at all.

 

will you sit with me then,
in silence
for a while?

let us just be near,
and let the space between us
hold the heart and all her thoughts

that,

like ages,

cannot be summed
in tidy sentences
or pithy, punctuated remark.

 

it is why metaphor
is so important;

it holds the mystery of meaning,
that can be understood
without speaking,
and known
without fact.

 

this is the gift
of the gaze
of the eye,
if done in love:

anything you look upon
and whose mystery you seek
will show you the Love
it is made of.

 

the space between cells
is a galaxy of self
and so much more real
than its shell.

 

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