Points of view

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Some eyes see only through a darkened haze
Behind dark lenses, blinkered, self-conditioned
Blind to the dancing joy where rainbows arc
Afraid to see the colours life commissioned.

Some eyes see far in pastel coloured glory
Leaving life behind them as they sail
Upon a golden mist of wonder in the morning
To reach a world that glows behind the veil.

Some eyes look inwards, seeing only self
Or mirrored images of other eyes
Colouring their vision with their fears,
They live in hope that every mirror lies.

Some eyes are dull and lifeless, hold no light,
No spark within, of happiness bereft,
All joy extinguished by the flow of tears
As sorrow weighs the pittance they have left.

Some see with certainty in monochrome
In black or white there is no compromise,
No shade of grey compassion in their glance,
No empathy or kindness in their eyes.

Yet some illuminate the world they see,
And some eyes burn with passionate desire,
Some hold the lambent argent of the seer
That radiate a visionary fire.

Then, there are those that simply look with love
They view the world with pure serenity
Within both dark and bright discover joy
And innocent, they see as children see.

In these eyes you may see a soul reflected
Held safe in beauty in another‘s view,
Look deep and take the gift of other’s seeing,
The soul into whose eyes you gaze is you.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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15 Responses to Points of view

  1. jenanita01 says:
    April 6, 2020 at 08:31

    In the grey misery of the morning, your words gleam like a beacon of hope, Sue…

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  2. memadtwo says:
    April 6, 2020 at 13:31

    “I am the other you”–if we could only live those words.

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  3. Sadje says:
    April 6, 2020 at 14:19

    This is an awesome poem.

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  4. dgkaye says:
    April 7, 2020 at 01:25

    Gorgeous Sue! And when you come upon eyes which have no soul, run for your life! ❤

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  5. Eliza Waters says:
    April 7, 2020 at 01:58

    Lovely, Sue! ❤

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  6. Widdershins says:
    April 7, 2020 at 02:03

    Beautiful. 🙂

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