Do you see yourself there,
In this life that you've made?
Arcs traced, just so, by the motion of eyes?
The flicker as they search, the pause before they rest,
The metrics of biology, could they possibly tell?
Whose child was whose,
and what they were thinking?
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Do you see yourself there,
In this life that you've made?
Arcs traced, just so, by the motion of eyes?
The flicker as they search, the pause before they rest,
The metrics of biology, could they possibly tell?
Whose child was whose,
and what they were thinking?
My children's eyes fascinated me when they were infants, the consciousness burning so bright within. I wanted to know what experiences sounded like to them, pristine and yet disconnected from the source from which we all derive being.
..read here by the author:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/the-lights-of-fires
