Evolution of Seeing

Atmospheric blur of morning light

Forgives my middle aging eyes’

Insidious fuzzing of the crisp edges

As if the universe is compelling me

To look up more now, off the page

To look up at the muted & miraculous

Light of each new day

To only look up at the hazy blended

layers of sky, mountain, water

Forgiving me for all the years

I didn’t look down;

All the years I didn’t write or read much

As I took in the beauty all around me

in silence with awe

Breathing in the light with my eyes

As if seeing was my oxygen,

The vital source of my aliveness

In my atmospheric perspective**

Of middle aging eyes—

The illusion of distance is my clarity

All that is seen and unseen

is right here now; without separation

In the atmospheric blur of morning light

All is close, all is forgiven

Blessed be my evolution of seeing

**atmospheric perspective

(noun) an artists technique in which illusion of depth is created by painting more distant objects with less clarity and with a lighter tone.