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The Third Eye

by Ashok Sharda


What's next is what keeps
One on one's toes
On our toes we keep life
From crossing the threshold
Of time and space

Life is here in the moment
But ever on the move
So too is death
In its colorful subterfuge
Prowling, ever knocking our doors

Can't we predetermine our actions
From pole to pole
Never letting our attentions drift or stray
Into the territories foreclosed?

Let us mount our attention with the reins held tight
Riding it back into its stable where our seat lies
Come love, let us occupy our seat for ever

Now we can open our third eye

09/27/2005

Posted on 09/27/2005
Copyright © 2026 Ashok Sharda

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/29/05 at 02:35 AM

Interesting shaping of the poem, intriguing synbolism wide open for interpretation. The third eye?

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/29/05 at 02:16 PM

Worthy continuation of your meditative series of poems Ashok. Highly illuminative as always. Goes great with a cup of coffee on a blustery day.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/02/05 at 04:18 PM

Ashok, you never fail to amaze me or make me think and I thank you for it. S1 confused me at first until I read it several times and realized within the paradox of your words, it is further clarified in S2 - yes, life & death co-exist. Once we accept that living in the moment, even as we hurtle into the next second is inevitable, then opening the 3rd eye to the unlimited potential is possible.
~Chelle~

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