Monday, March 2, 2009

Seat of the Soul

You've heard it before ...
the eyes are windows to the soul

Ut imago est animi voltus sic indices oculi

The face is a picture of the mind as the eyes are its interpreter

Last evening the husband I were snowed in and not feel like brain killing television, so we decided to spend several hours photographing each others eyes. We had so much fun, laughter and interaction capturing the love and life that connect us.

We are both believers in that laughter is music of the heart.

Les yeux sont le miroir de l'dme or again, The eyes are the mirror of the soul.

Untitled 1001

my eye was on the sparrow
she plucked it out and flew off
i placed a hand
over the hole in my face

and leaned sideways to find my eye
i walked this way a mile or two
only to see sparrow drop my eye
on the tar paved road

in which sideways i watched while
a semi truck ran it over


so i sat on the curb and allowed
a weeping to occur

i watched again sideways
as a line of red ants
as long as the great china wall
marched to feast upon my eye

carrying bits and pieces underground
and i heard as beetles munched on parts
of that sweet honey eye of mine
an old eye that has seen

it's not like i didn't know
that from earth i come and to earth i go

Author, Kare Sorenson - December 2007
taken from; "Untitled 1001 Poems of Wisdom", 2007: compilation copyright protected;USLC

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