Eyes are the windows to the soul, they say… Literally, of course, not true – or true to a greater extent with some people than with others. Some people are very adept at concealing their souls! As a metaphor, though, and to the extent that it is true, I like it. I like the idea that, each time we exchange glances with another person, we’re connecting, in a very small way, on a deeper level. Every single person is a whole world, unique to themselves and sometimes, through exchanged glances, through their words, their art, their music, their behaviour, we glimpse and connect with that world. It’s an honour and a privilege to connect with others. It’s also something that should be respected and valued. This poem is a celebration of each person’s uniqueness and individuality, and, more specifically, of the wonderful and surprising ways we connect. Windows Glimpses of things - out-of-context profiles and shadows on walls, and the way the light slants through c...
Women's Spiritual Poetry