The deep sees your looking.

All the geniuses of rhythm

have studied

your breath patterns

as replies.

Gravity is stupefied

at how tall you stand erect.

There are atoms

that have come and gone

and returned once again as you.

Silence has questions

for the beginnings and endings

of your thoughts’ embrace.

Oh the deep

sees your looking

with a mind

like an expansive lake surface

while your motions

are like living sea creatures,

needing only to surface

now and then for air,

thus breaking

the unrestrained mental views

sending ripples out in all directions,

that complicate

your standing wave of thought

with emotional needs

that your mind calls desires.

The deep sees your looking

through empty chalices for eyes.

Sipping sacred what they seek

as sight to drink the visuals

in real time.

The deep has no blind spot shadow

and no dimensional alibi

for those eyes of yours

to be noticed

for one pass of your glance

is its own life story told.

For the quality of the look,

for the looking out,

is also its passageway

to be looked in,

and the deep sees

through your looking.

Its signature is cast in space

and subsequent trailers

that seem to follow,

as if as a means of function,

it is adequately feed

by a particular mix of desire,

affirmation, feedback, reflection,

broadcast, and resolution,

to create the ongoing of your life mix

simply by the presence forthcoming

through the passageways

of your look.

The deep see your looking

and looks for itself through it.

You can long for

that sighted yourself,

to know of your future,

the blessings and curses,

but that residence that sees you

is known as this deep.

It is the shadow-less soul of you,

looking through,

not for content or objectification

but for your method of presence,

given off by your looking out at all.

It is attentive to your means,

for the timelessness in your gaze.

How thoroughly

you’re passing through,

how empathetic with your eyes

without attachment,

how honorable

without necessities

of detail or justification,

how expansive is your sight

without a startup or a pause,

how humble as so

not to offend with a stare,

how empty as to invite expansion

from beyond,

as to these attributes and more,

the deep now sees your looking.

Maybe from now to then

you come to know of yourself

. . . to be.