September 24, 2015 life
Our eyes
are the eyes
of Spirit,
born to see itself.
But
encumbered in flesh,
yoked to a primate brain,
our vision narrows,
until only what is wanted,
or what is feared,
is seen.
Yet
there is a seed
in every mind,
a vault
bigger than ourselves
that holds
it’s own heritage,
a gateway
to what birthed us,
a path back home.