Ancient Eyes

ancient eyes watch
they look out from the stillness
from the silence
from the great heart
from the time of oneness
from the mystery
they look out at the madness

watching
as the gentle being of this life
seeks to be, to love
to make sense of the madness
to remember the oneness
to find the stillness
to feel the great heart

ancient eyes look out from the stillness
ancient eyes look out from the wounding,
the shame, the knowing of madness
and the heart weeps
crying out in the memory of oneness
for a gentle soul to look back and say
“I see you. I know who you are.
Do you remember me?”