Thursday, June 24, 2010

Seeing















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser, The Bush Man



You were given eyes with which to look
and a heart with which to see.

How blind the human heart.

There is a man on Jefferson Street in
San Francisco sitting behind two branches.
If you approach him, he’ll lurch out
with a growl and a grin.
He’s desperate to feel seen.

There are troubled young men in ghetto blasting cars,
women in skimpy cloth on littered street corners,
actors,
politicians,
people standing next to you,
and knee-high children yanking at their mother’s skirt
all longing to be held in an acknowledging heart’s gaze.

For many of them…
a turned head,
a blank stare,
and projection
will be all they ever know.

They are anonymous on the inside.

Turn your attention within.
There is a newborn at breast seeking affirmation
in your hold and expression.
There is a toddler taking first steps,
a kindergartner with scraped knee,
and a confused pubescent teen.

Have you ever noticed?

These are the unmet aspects of you
who scowl at those out there
out of jealousy and fear
that someone else will
achieve wholeness.

This is your inheritance,
and mine.

When did Love become such a
scarce natural resource?

I asked this of the raven
and he showed me an unlit candle –
no light in the darkness,
no flame in the heart.

Set it on fire!

Oxygenate your tender corizone
and throw it a spark…

See what I see –

Mirrored back to you:

A glimmering timeless soul,

A radiant one deserving of endless earthly affections,

A unique story worth countless witnesses,

The essence of a piece/peace of us all.

Of us All.

Each being unseen is a tragedy of universal soul loss.

Open wide the eyes of your heart.
Peer through the breaks, cracks, and tears –
they are there for good reason.

Look. See.

Please.


© 2010-2015/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" (www.hiraethpress.com)

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