The Beholder’s One Good Eye

It is said that it is impossible to see two worlds.
Now I’m supposed to choose.

One eye is open on the world of Maya,
What I see makes me crazy, makes me weary.
Incarcerated by imagery, artifice and false hope…
I serve a prison sentence for dealing in lies,
hard time.

The other seems crusted shut, so long disused,
…while the promised land lies just behind it’s atrophied lid.

But…once, when it opened suddenly and for no reason,
I caught a glimpse of that sweet land
and cannot forget
what I saw and loved so completely that it can’t be spoken.
Eternity shone there. Ecstasy saturated every atom.

Meanwhile…something… keeps vigil while I
while away.
My chains are familiar now,
their heaviness accepted as inevitable.

Still…a small bird chirps a reminder,
a blown flower-petal wafts a beckoning,
a faint melody, almost heard sounds the silent calling:
“Come home…I’m here”.

My world-eye is afflicted.
It needs shutting.
It wants rest.

I have only one good eye -
It’s sight forever unimpaired.
If I close the one, the other might just open.

It is said that it is impossible to see two worlds.
Now I must choose.

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