“There are three classes of people: those who see, those who can see once shown, and those who do not see.” – Leonardo Da Vinci
does she almost pierce the blue of sky
when looking intensely a very long time
and succeeding to vanish all thoughts
perfectly cloudless,
will the color of Mary’s robes dissolve
till she perceives instead only pure devotion
I love best her exacting skepticism
all the while peering, driven by trueness
her openness to love become a watchful sagely organ
_______RS
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Some poems have that power to dissolve everything into the web of light in an instant, igniting the molecules of the body with the weightless power of pure existence… for me this is one such poem. Beautiful with the image!!
What a nice comment, Lia — thanks so much 🙂 I am glad you relate to it in this way. Bon weekend!
Fun parsing the last stanza
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Very Beautiful! I enjoyed the extricate sentiments this poem brings forth!
Thanks Annabel 🙂 — what more can a writer hope for from a reader.
This reader really enjoyed the write…She sounds quite special and a true seer:)
Alas not an actual individual, so much as an assemblage concocted from various impressions of mine… but I am glad the image appealed to you. Thanks for writing.