A Vision

My eye,
blue-gray and sparkling lens,
is wonder-startled ever new.
Each moment young,
yet eons old,
each moment trembles
in that bold clear ball.

My vision,
so unique, all mine,
in All That Is
shows me with my God’s eye
that I’m my own God’s image
and creation.
No other God is just like mine.
My mind and my God’s mind
meet in the ball of my own eye.

With my eyes closed
my God shows me
previews of dreams of things to be,
and of the many I can see in my mind’s eye
I choose the one that’s right for me.
There are, however, many selves,
all part of one great consciousness
of All That Is, or God, that is,
that I feel great,
and I feel small.
But that’s not all:
I know
that consciousness, like light,
cannot be cut
as one might cut a loaf of bread.
Instead,
thoughts and beliefs are building blocks
of all we see in physical reality.
They manifest
and thus attest to our desire.
And if by chance we do not like
what we have frought,
here is a thought:

Let us reflect
on All
with love!

For in this world of thought turned matter
nothing matters quite as much
as a kind word
and gentle
touch.