The Eye

Rainbow Eye by Antonia Zenkevitch

The Eye

The ocean is born

First tear from the eye,

Light born liquid

To reflect itself

So we may see

Our envisionings

Manifest within as

We create ourselves

One eye made of many;

Light refracted,

Water rippled;

We diversify

And our light

Grows wings,

Fins and tails;

And words –

Forever echoes,

The voice of our eyes

Sings us in visions,

The soul spins

In shadows

Knowing itself

Through rays

Offered, shared,

Returned, united –

Through woes

And weeping joy

We spin our salt

Into earth and rock

Our fire into breath,

We are the light we see,

All one we are gold.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 2007