eyes are window souls

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts
-Albert Einstein-


our eyes are window souls: they shine
both what we keep as secrets
from ourselves,  and all who see us;

soul knows- without words;
in silence, prayer like-
no need to explain

our eyes also reflect every thing:
some things hold more love---
like babies, blue jays, and sunsets

other things, bare the truth--
like dust, electric bills,
ripped jeans and garbage

our eyes, composite rocks, revel
with all we see, & all we refuse to see-
(so we breathe this knowing in, scrupulously)

when looking out at the rain that falls,
or simply opening up our eyes,
for the first time in morning-

seeing the one we love
tell us, "i love you"
and hear it

as if
it was
our very first lover,

leaning in to say the words
that make our tummy flip flop
like a fish out of water,

loosening the cords
of hearing anything else- just
feeling the tender nascence-

striking chords of bright light,
flashing wonder-- peeking
into windows, made warm-

by sun radiating freely,
embracing both
the calm and the thunder

Kate Lamberg
12/2/11