Life flows through me

Eyes open… shapes and colors
are in sharp comparison

A world of things that is definite
clearly here or there

But when eyes are closed
"things" simply drop away

And a more slippery form takes hold
where things are not so distinct

Then quietly, in a breathless moment
we see and feel no things

And are knowingly sustained by that
which is hidden from our eyes

=== Postscript ===

An interesting quote showed up in my inbox
from my friend Jeff Anderson (part of his
daily inspirational reading called Snips)
the morning after I posted the above (Thank you Jeff!):

"If a man wishes to be sure of the road he treads on,
he must close his eyes and walk in the dark."

St. John of the Cross