WITH NEW EYES

With new eyes

the sky is painted with a purer song,

hearts belonging to a new awareness

lifted up to not think

of the earth alone as the sole path of being.



Awakening apart a family Heaven born,

which comes as a sunrise,

minds filled with light instead of confusion,

at last seeing that mortality is, but a whisper of time,

willing avoiding being filled with flowers of vanity

that wither and die as quickly as they bloom.



A generation adopted by ethereal parent

is given birth in the soul,

one that finds joy beyond mere existence,

not content to spill its juices

for a bag of gold or some plot of land.



Having heard the lofty serenade

from eternity’s harp,

finding point and pulse in the richer tones

of the canvas painted by divine hands.



Bearing the equilibrium unto the journey followed,

remembering and cherishing

how all that dwells is caressed by an immortal wind.



It is the rebirth of what has ears

to find meaning in the intangible mocked by doubters,

embracing as gold the nuggets of love,

all the treasure that never rusts and can’t be stolen.



Becoming apart of what is dressed with garments

taking pride more in charity than greed

living for what has everlasting durability.



Walking with a view seeking truth more than deception

because one lets the conscience finally

be a compass, instead of stuffing it in a closet.