The Eye Is Willed To See

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Rise with the sun
in morning's blue mist,
and greet dawn's glory
with a starlit smile.

In lucid vision see nature's verdancy -
ocean and mountain, forest and field.
In brilliant clarity hear her voice -
bird-song, leaf-chime, wind-sigh.

Hands stilled, breath stilled,
thoughts stilled in anticipation,
today promises nothing,
but living is its own reward.
The one true ideal is to exist
beyond a limited perception.

In thoughts myriad images ignite,
aflame with fire-wrought dreams
and other such elusive things;
but in truth, the eye is willed to see
objects and not reality.