Eyes, the light-song of Home.
Ears, the witness to all life echoing Love's Song.
Hands, holding the invisible.
Only that which is held can be seen though, not by itself.
You are the mirror of my soul.
Through your eyes I find inside
what has been visible to you all along.

Through your listening, I hear again,
that song of unceasing beauty.
By your touch am I inspired, lifted with all returning
into the invisible, where all recognize each other.


Matisha 26 July, 1999
© 1999 Matisha

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