The Harvest of a Quiet Eye
“The harvest of a quiet eye” ~ John Richard Vernon
Ignore the razzmatazz, and sex, and stuff.
Just look around you in the dawn and see
A crack in God’s eternity, enough
To show the mystical, mystery
In twilight. Take an old, old book down from
Its banishment and read the wisdom stored
Inside its leaves, perhaps a final sum
Of dicta hoarded there and in accord
With visions. Sit beneath a banyan’s leaves
And rest outside of time, and thought, and pain.
Wait, wait, and wait, and see what calm perceives.
You might find immortality’s clear stain.
..A mouse might cross your path. Its softest gray
….Might teach your shoulders what satoris weigh.
