Soft Eyes
SOFT EYES
Gave up the transcendental to focussing
To understanding, judgement, discussion
Stuck in a selfness – The way of the dodo
The all too present hesitant typist pauses
This “poet” – As they’re taught to name us
Personally ever wary of such sticky labels
(Checkout-imposed) trumpeting name tags
Declaring an identity at the cost of privacy
Recalls unwished those dread and dreadful
Sogenannten training days back in the day
Those ten plates cunningly kept spinning
So full, so full of oneself one overflows …
Withdraws for still appalled from that melée
Switches to soft eyes* to reflect on the times
We’d rather get caught up as in the moment
Loosing perspective, accessing the message
This is it – Give it some welly – For this is it
For this age is a mess – Often not here at all
Simply living life as life lives us as if aimless
Directionless – God knows who’s at the wheel
No judge beyond the blowup clown up front
Let go of all that – Fight battles all your own
Checking your watch every now and again
And again and again and again till it’s time
To awaken to this smiling, winking
Welcoming bear hug of an acrostic
Having
Opened
My
Eyes
Soft eyes
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*’the soft eyes principle has long been taught as a central precept in various martial arts, like Aikido and Tai Chi Chu’an.
…..“Do not look at your opponent’s sword, or you will be slain by his sword. Do not look into ……..his eyes, or you will be drawn into his eyes. Do not look at him, or your spirit will be ……..distracted.” – Morihei Uyeshiba, Founder of Aikido (“The Art of Peace”)’
Posted on September 14, 2019, in Poetry and tagged Awareness, Home, Life, Nature of mind. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.
Very interesting 💜
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Thank you, Willow. (Willow – is that how you like to be addressed?)
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Yes please willow is perfect 💜
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“willow is perfect” (She said modestly. 😀 )
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Lol quiet the southern belle, southern England belle😜
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While this current body currently resides in Cumbria it began this time round in Paddington. (And bare!)
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Lol , you are so quick . As my mother used to say to us when we were children and we threatened leaving home because of some ‘childhood grievance’ she’d say, “you entered this house naked you can leave it naked ”
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Mothers! Who’d ave em!
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Lol 😃😆😆
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Hang on I am one three times over. OMG!
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I love the concept of the “soft eyes”, Ben. A deep, layered poem – so appropriate, with all that’s going on!
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I feel as if it came from the same kind of place as ‘Loose Change’ It was composed around the same time.
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