THE INNER EYE

I hold
my knee
in both my hands
and close my eyes
in pain.
Astonished,
I view red open lips
against my inner screen.
With fascination
I watch their transformation
into a rose.

The red rose lingers,
in full bloom swims slowly towards my inner planet,
swims into it,
is gone
and takes my pain.

Now all is green,
a blanketed,
flat,
springtime
green.

And then I see the forming, rather sketching,
of an eye,
blue-gray in color,
so like my own that,
suddenly,
in awe,
I know:

It is my own eye peering into my own eye;
and I stare back in wonder.
It’s beautiful!
We’ve never been so close,
my eye and I.
And bearing the same name,
the “I” sound,
are we the very same?
Is, then, my eye
my inner I’s creation?

Eyes open,
pen flies over paper.

Ready for more,
I close them now
to mountain ridges in steady motion,
a fluid living portrait
of pure purple jagged waves.
The purple turns to blue
and forms an eye again,
this time quite blue,
then sinks
into a deep vast ocean.

I wonder:
My eye became a different color.

Maybe, somehow,
I change too,
not just from eye to eye,
or I to eye,
but I to I to I?

Two days later, I read
in the book,
“Seth Speaks” by Jane Roberts, on pg. 280
“the image, for an analogy,
of an eye within an eye, within an eye,
endlessly repeated,
may be useful here.”
WOW!

Inner Self:

Though you change every micro-second
from I to eye and I to I to I
there is such continuity
 you hardly are aware of it.
Within that great big ocean
you’re indestructible, unique and always you.
Your old selves go their way,
and you glide with the waves,
dive into them,
even as your old selves
do the same.

Now you glitter in the sun,
next, you’re foam and misty moistness.
You join the wind
and race around the globe,
and then,
settle
down.

Sometimes,
you join your old selves and strengthen them,
then again,
race far ahead
and are aware of your identity
within your future self.
There is constant
give
and take.