By Roy K Austin
Behind closed eyes in sunlight
I saw the spirit, touch and brush
with infinite dexterity,
the floral biosphere,
each blade of grass, grew instantly
when painted, evergreen as out of time;
the causal - echoing sublime
half caught, half sought
to stem each primrose at my thought ;
and what have I to verify -
seems too bizarre to show it,
to see the cause of everything
at work, to see and know it!
Alas the need to open eyes,
slow down to what the brain might say,
and yet the brain must rest, to know
what universal mind may show;
behind my eyes, like open sky
when June was sleeping with July.
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