Why the blind man danced

[markdohle]

Why the blind man danced

When the blind man danced after being healed,

he forgot all else but this simple fact,

that in a life of being ignored and overlooked,

of being told he was punished by God,

being in darkness and sorrow,

isolated from the multitude

who only wanted him to be quiet,

He danced because,

for the first time he was seen,

all of him by loving eyes,

filled with compassion,

of infinite depth,

nothing hidden,

all of it,

He saw it too and wanted to flee,

however he did not,

for what he saw in those eyes

was deeper than what he experienced,

what was seen was loved,

nothing left out,

and in this being seen

was the root of his healing,

My how he must have danced,

cried, yelled and laughed,

a fool he became

for he experienced deeply,

what our human hearts are made for,

his whole being renewed,

in the searing fire of infinite love.

[Ashotep]

Kind of the way you feel when your eyes finally open to what is really going on around you.

[theSOURCE]

In Darkness, Grief.

Faith in sight is folly.

Too soon the once glowing day

Has become the Cimmerian night.

Loved ones have become mere shadows --

Umbral and indistinct.

It grieves me to think

That I may never again enjoy

The vision of a warm and loving smile.

I hear the voices clearer now

Than I've ever heard them before,

But without faces to tie them to

I may as well be lost in a dream.

There is no joy to be had

From the pity of others.

To be treated differently than before

Frustrates and angers me.

I am still a man with a mind,

Fettered by an inconvenient plight, true,

But I am not a broken heirloom

To be neglected on a dusty shelf.

Sadly, neither a faith in God

Nor faith in medical science

Will ever return to me

That which I both cherished

And took for granted.

It is more than just analogue,

It is the grief over a death --

The death of a part of my body

And a part of my soul.

No punishment from any deity is needed

Because I punish myself daily

For having a body that fails me

Steadily and inexorably.

But seen or unseen

I know I will never be truly blind

Until the day I can no longer see

The resplendent and inextinguishable light

Within others.

　

　

　

　

Ask me to dance. I dare you.

　

　

[spartan max2]

will you dance?

[theSOURCE]

Yes. Yes I will.

But watch out when I swing my cane. It has a mind of it's own.

[markdohle]

In Darkness, Grief.

Faith in sight is folly.

Too soon the once glowing day

Has become the Cimmerian night.

Loved ones have become mere shadows --

Umbral and indistinct.

It grieves me to think

That I may never again enjoy

The vision of a warm and loving smile.

I hear the voices clearer now

Than I've ever heard them before,

But without faces to tie them to

I may as well be lost in a dream.

There is no joy to be had

From the pity of others.

To be treated differently than before

Frustrates and angers me.

I am still a man with a mind,

Fettered by an inconvenient plight, true,

But I am not a broken heirloom

To be neglected on a dusty shelf.

Sadly, neither a faith in God

Nor faith in medical science

Will ever return to me

That which I both cherished

And took for granted.

It is more than just analogue,

It is the grief over a death --

The death of a part of my body

And a part of my soul.

No punishment from any deity is needed

Because I punish myself daily

For having a body that fails me

Steadily and inexorably.

But seen or unseen

I know I will never be truly blind

Until the day I can no longer see

The resplendent and inextinguishable light

Within others.

　

　

　

　

Ask me to dance. I dare you.

　

　

Sure you can dance, do the two step . A truly beautiful poem by the way.

peace

mark