The Search For Truth

If a monarch fluttered by,
would you see it for its blazing tincture
and symmetric concinnity
or for its
fragility; its freedom; its uniqueness; its divinity?

If you found a seashell in the bearing sands,
would you see a glass doll on the shore
or would you feel
the force of the wondrous sea,
and listen for
the breathtaking connotation from the core?

If you look up at the nighttime sky,
do you see a cluster of sparkling dots in a pool of black
or do you see
gleaming, snowy eyes that open to unknown worlds
and twinkling keys to inner peace and back?

If you see a sculpture or a painting,
do you see
a well-smoothed plaster and framed arrangement of hues
or do you see
a lifetime of emotions molded into a form,
and a canvassed portrait of bliss or deepening blues?

When you look at a beautiful girl,
you see
a form and face you love,
but you'd be surprised
what you could see
if you would only
look at me.

June 25, 1991