I have seen heartache. I have seen terror. I have seen hopelessness. I have seen vacant. I have seen blindness. I have seen death with eyes open. I have seen the agony of defeat. I had never seen eyes break.
Love heals a heart. Light expels the terror. Belief lessens hopelessness leaving hope. Blindness reveals other senses and sight. Death but opens a new vision. Defeat can propel victory. What happens to eyes when they break?
Did Siddhārtha Gautama’s eyes break when he left the castle? When he stepped outside the walls of comfort, protectiveness, and predetermination he was not prepared. When, for the first time, he saw heartache, terror, hopelessness, vacancy, blindness, death and defeat did his eyes break? When he felt them break did he gasp? When he gasped did he awaken to the power of breath?
Is that the cycle? The pain of eyes breaking causes you to gasp. In gasping you find the key to awakening. But what happens if you get stuck and can’t quite get to the awakening part? You breathe.
About Me
- Beth Chapman
- Owatonna, Minnesota, United States
- I have begun a path, though I know not where, to a journey’s end that is calling. Along the way I pause to absorb the metaphors and images of this life, which are so precious. Here you shall find me brave, you shall find me pondering, you shall find me searching, and you shall find me collecting the images and metaphors like shells upon the beach. I am very much like the little monkey wearing a dapper hat, playing the cymbals and drum and dancing a jig. I do not have it all figured out, I may be learning to write, but one thing I do know and that is how to collect the shells on the beach of my beloved Gulf Shores. I offer these shells to you.
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