Third Eye

I have been commanded to be the first to look

Into the mirror of the soul with the Third Eye

There is a Deep Rattle Sound at the bottom of silence

Shrouded in the garments of mystery

I see it rising from the bottom

Flitting from place to place

Biting the breast of water

And slapping the wind across the face

Each mirror that was dead and revived by the light with its breath

Knew its drinking place

The blue grass and the red trees that wait impatiently for the rainfall

Are the sparkling adornments of life that distinguish it from death

What would I say to the poem if it came and said:

I am that Deep Rattle Sound at the bottom of silence

And you are not more than a skillful fisherman

Fishing for poems and nymphs

Did you not know that life is a word

The way you say It, It will be

What would I say if it asked me

If I have been satisfied with what I saw

Or if I still think of the woman who I yearn for her scent

What could I do if it came to me

Taking off its clothes and inviting me to the bed.

And If I accepted the invitation

Would I be of those who betray - I do not know

Munir Mezyed - Palestine