The Familiar Eye
Look not with the familiar eye
that believes it has already seen me.
See me as new and remember yourself
as birther of the one you have known all along.
Don’t let my costume fool you
into thinking I am different than you.
Don’t believe for a moment that I feel differently.
We have taken turns feeling lost and at Home,
full and empty--reminding each other
how unimportant that is, to the living.
One of us bows in reverent devotion
while the other cries out to feel more of that.
Matisha ~ December, 1997
© 1997 Matisha
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Quatrains/short poems