Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Open Eyes


Color spins before me while the world spins around me. For the first time, I see light. For the first time, I see color. For the first time, I see me. I feel like I was created to see this. Created to feel and understand this. Put here on this day to know there is more. To know that there is more in me--around me. I am gazing into the face of true beauty. I feel like there can be good in everything--light at the end of tunnel--a silver lining--because this exists. I envy him for capturing elusive but fall in love with him for giving it to me. Life is so fragile, beauty so delicate. Everything I desire so precious. My eyes are open for the first time. I can finally see. I don't know all that I am looking at, but my eyes are finally open, and I never want to close them again.

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Blogger Cary said...

Yes. The American Windows by Marc Chagall. They are housed in the Art Institute of Chicago. Standing in front of them is my favorite place in the world.

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