The eyes, it's said, are windows of the soul; <br />and when I see your eyes so sparkling bright, <br />I see there beauty, truth and goodness; all <br />as one; the radiance of an inner light. <br /> <br />But I who, standing, gaze though windows here: <br />what does my own soul see by its own light? <br />Is what is seen, seen through dark glass, or clear? <br />Is others' radiance that of my own sight? <br /> <br />Strange fact: the outward play's less bright, less clear <br />than what I see to shine in others' eyes; <br />there seems less love in me, from me; less dear <br />the loving, than the love I see and prize! <br /> <br />These windows teach clear lessons to my soul: <br />first see my own self's light, to see the whole.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-light-the-philosopher-at-the-window/
