Moment/Response

Moment

Looking into abstract eyes, inscrutable, I suddenly become aware of my existence more viscerally, when before I had been merely adrift. We have these little moments sometimes when, caught unawares, we come out of our waking dream and are jettisoned into this moment, this body, this presence of you as though you were born at this moment. I am born again myself, not knowing who I am, how I got here, or why. I just know you, your eyes at the center of my consciousness as though they existed for me alone. I am dumbfounded, not knowing how to act. I just respond to you responding to me, without contrivance.

Response

You say you see eyes that don't see you. Look again. The abstraction is the third dimension seldom seen and the possibility of further dimensions, for people are more than they seem. The abstract is the just-missed, half-heard, never-spoken. We contain multitudes. We just don't know how to look, how to be with the fullness of our being and not just what we show others because we think we have to. Look again with new eyes, as though opened for the first time. Look and speak anew and you will see what I see—a sparkling abyss.