The eyes of a child
do not see how the skin ages
they only see
beauty
as they look at the world
in innocent wonder
The eyes of a child
be they blue, grey, brown or green
they only see…
outwards
not knowing what colour they are
until a reflection
reveals their hue
and then they see their skin
not noticing how it ages
only how it is
theirs
The eyes of a child
have all the knowledge
of the universe
written
deep in their oceans of colour
hidden
waiting to be forgotten
for we do forget
The eyes of a child
are
our eyes
they do not change
they are born
as they die
the same
eyes of a child
be they blue, grey, brown or green
and so
we have all the knowledge of the universe
within our eyes
within us
and yet
we forget it
only to go in search of it
time and again
over miles
over wars
over faiths
over everything
yet
the knowledge is here
within us
but we have forgotten where to look…
The eyes of a child
are our eyes
we are children
and we have forgotten
that within us all
is the ancient code of life
the knowledge
that we are the same
you and I
We are the same
Might we understand the role of wisdom if we could dare remember the child we are……. Beautiful, Martin. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
Thank you, Bobbie.
I love this line, Martin:
‘then they see their skin
not noticing how it ages
only how it is
theirs’
Lovely thoughts, lovely poem.
Thank you, Diane xx