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piercing into one's very soul.
There is no hiding, no refuse.
A never-ending silent inquisition.
Is it real or only in the mind,
our societal superiority complex?
Can one not just be themselves in front of one set
of loving, omniscient eyes alone?
What you see is what you get... No pretentions. That's the life I always have...
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
The eyes are the windows, eh....?
ReplyDeleteLovely!
One is always oneself. No matter what. These piercing eyes make sure of that.
ReplyDeleteobscured
There certainly is no hiding; those eyes! A never ending silent inquisition sound like torture. Well - expressed
ReplyDeleteThe wind of awareness is blowing.
ReplyDeleteNicely done. Wonderful composed poem. With a deep touch ... even in some way spiritual.
ReplyDeleteah we are always measuring others and ourselves....can we just be admired, i really dont know...
ReplyDeleteA lot of searching questions,JC! Certainly a mark of a great poetic appreciation!
ReplyDeleteHank
Good poem, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWander
http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com
'What you see is what you get' works for me too. No pretentions.
ReplyDeleteGreat write!
Anna :o]
No refuge from these eyes, that's for sure...
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure that unconditional gaze exists. Not on earth, at least.
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If we could only remove the masks...
ReplyDeleteOh, true!
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