The Eye That Sees Most, Speaks Least

seated on mountains

where wildly they did play

only ghosts remain

unearthed by moments

lost in time’s rushing current,

sharpened edges fade

standing silently

witnessing the light within

breath catches in awe

dimensions sliding

collapsing into realness

of observation

shifting perspective

infinite in mirror flow

along streaming life

staring into voids

opened in mind’s eye

is blindness overcome

elusive as life,

poetic satisfaction

attained in pure words

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