Buddha sees
the beginnings of blooms
behind him
How Sight Can Be A Feeling
Through The Missing Part
the past
watches over
us
The Sight Of 30,000 Lenses
the dragonfly
zooming by sees everything
with it’s spectacular eye
The Petunia Looking Back
deep inside
a piercing
green eye
Sound Seen
the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion
The Saying Seen
the forest
through
the trees
At The Lake
the sight alone
of cool blue
refreshed
Seeing Through
seek
intimacy with existence
look without naming
Bees See
how lavender whispers.
That purple is soft
and yellow tastes like the sun.