Meeting Of The Minds

I looked intently into blue eyes;
clearly windows to the mind;
the body shell; an invented disguise;
concealing a soul, God designed.

For I was meeting a consciousness;
an internal energy being;
beyond the eyes was mindfulness;
more than hearing and seeing.

Blue eyes flashed; a smile, appeared;
and my brown eyes, smiled, in return;
the smiles assured; nothing is feared;
there’s only something to learn.

We often speak of the meeting of minds;
it happens whenever we talk to another;
thought and speech are wind designed;
communicating to a sister or brother.

Some claim, “Look them in the eye;
implying there are secrets, inside;
all eyes must await, the mind’s reply;
for, only the mind can decide.

The eye only functions in the light;
in darkness, the mind doesn’t sleep;
and the thought that controls sight;
still, maintains promises to keep.

Can one mind, convey truth to another;
do we possess a form of telepathy?
Clearly a mind can converse with a lover;
and there’s rarely found a discrepancy.

So why should we long to see God’s face;
peering into eyes we shall never forget?
His eyes may reveal the sad disgrace;
that our minds have already met.

Monty 2/27/22. # 994