The Opening Of Eyes

The Opening of Eyes

That day I saw beneath dark clouds

The passing light over the water,

And I knew then, as I had before,

Life is no passing memory of what has been

Nor the remaining pages of a great book

Waiting to be read.

It is the opening of eyes long closed

It is the vision of far off things seen for the silence they hold

It is the heart speaking out loud

Into the clear air

After years of secret conversing.

It is Moses in the desert,

Fallen to his knees before the lit bush.

It is the man

Throwing off his shoes as if to enter heaven

Finding himself astonished –

Opened at last,

Fallen in love with solid ground.

David Whyte