Eyes…. The Windows
I stare through eyes of physical form
but see not what I truly AM
my self is shielded from the outside.
But only those who SEEK me, FIND
They think this outer is of me,
but lowest of it’s form, it BE.
My roots within are far and wide,
not contained side by side.
Recognition will allow for TRUTH,
the eternal being.
No rule to trace but depth to follow,
The mortal time,
perish and swallow.
© 2015 Cynthia Jauch
“Be real, Be true, Be honest, Be YOU.”