A gentle smile, so full of beauty,
A lovely heart, so light and happy,
A spring in my step, in the morning sunlight,
My mind sees it all, with its eyes so bright.
I wonder at the change of the new today,
It’s ages since I saw so serene a sun-ray,
Yesterday’s smile, some grief it carried,
I wonder what’s new then, in this new second.
Of this vast world, is it the ‘illusion’?
Or of my eyes, is it the ‘perception’?
As the artist sees, is it ‘creativity’?
Or, as says the poet, ‘beauty’?
Is it the adventure seeker’s ‘variety’?
Or, the ‘Divine miracle’, as sees the devotee?
Is it just the simple word called ‘life’?
Or, the human game of ‘strife’?
Some color is it, splashed into my thoughts?
Or, just a dream in a world far off?
Is it nothing? …or…perhaps it is everything needed,
For my world to be good, for my life to be nice.
Perhaps it’s each moment I wished for and wanted,
Shown by my mind’s eyes, my soul’s eyes, My Eyes.