I’m proud of all the things I don’t know
This morning I woke up
and opened my third eye
and in the simple act
of receiving
the whole world spread
out in front of me
Like the pages of a book
Like a blueprint unfurling
Like a farm fresh golden egg
Like a biblical parting of the skies
Hyperbole?
Maybe,
but it feels like a spark
ignited
a “good morning”
long lost twin
all eyes open
sweet stranger
memory of me
almost long gone
forgotten
hello again
to the me
that sees with her third eye
who leaves a trail of golden
burning pieces
a single sparkler
just waffling all alone
down a dark driveway
in the hand of some innocent kid
such a small burning ember
and capable of such great joy
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
I’m proud of all the things I don’t know
This morning I woke up
and opened my third eye
and in the simple act
of receiving
the whole world spread
out in front of me
Like the pages of a book
Like a blueprint unfurling
Like a farm fresh golden egg
Like a biblical parting of the skies
Hyperbole?
Maybe,
but it feels like a spark
ignited
a “good morning”
long lost twin
all eyes open
sweet stranger
memory of me
almost long gone
forgotten
hello again
to the me
that sees with her third eye
who leaves a trail of golden
burning pieces
a single sparkler
just waffling all alone
down a dark driveway
in the hand of some innocent kid
such a small burning ember
and capable of such great joy
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