Brown Eyes
These big brown eyes were given me,
So I may take in all they see, Far beyond most sights and sounds, Feeling into sacred grounds. Seeing inside people I meet, Secrets they try to hold so deep. They do so many telling things. I watch and listen to their souls sing. Their heart to mine, then I will know, How to approach and what to show. I hold the space and try to stay, To see them in a special way. As long as I am only me, I am apart from what I see. But when I feel into others, They become my sisters and brothers. ©2010 Joanna Pintello DeRungs |