Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
I met a six-legged walking stick today,
an ochre apparition on late summer
redbud twig.
We sat and talked as the sun
chased its tail in the time-short leaves.
I asked him what he knew about
courting the Beloved.
Without hesitation or bewilderment,
this tiny Master of optical disillusion
replied:
“The eyes don’t register
what the heart can’t See.”
© 2011-2012/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (published by Hiraeth Press; http://www.hiraethpress.com)
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Amy!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, Jamie. If my heart/mind is hardened or fearful or attached, it is like a smokescreen to all the senses.
ReplyDeleteWaters of compassion, creativity, emotion . . . lovely blog
Jamie,
ReplyDeleteHave you heard of the book, My Story as Told by Water, by David James Duncan(?). Profound for lovers of water.
peace,
mickey
Thank you Mickey. I'll look into it...
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