Don't look up; heaven might wither
Under the heavy weight of your stare,
Don't look down; hell is a given-
Might see people you know, down there.
Don't look left, it's the left-hand path;
Witches and evil and spells, you know,
Don't look right, where the new self righteous
Bask in the self-lit hypocrites glow.
Don't look, don't look; just close your eyes,
Just try to imagine a world that's free;
One where looking doesn't mean a thing-
But where one looks, one truly sees.
When we close our eyes, ultimate beauty sometimes becomes ours. Beautiful verses express a wonderful message Well done, Patti.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Oh Yes' The vision of the Sage.... The Truth......The It....... You give directions very well...... One has every chance to see if they were to follow thee.....I think there just might be a lot of beauty found right here.....................JT