Seeing with Eyes Closed

For the Ancestors

Seeing with eyes closed

a new world takes shape

and follows the breath. 

Like a river returning to the sea

I begin to follow

ancient pathways,

where

secrets reveal

once locked in the body

they start to open as sound

ancestors sighing,

seeking refuge

how could they know the way home...

the ones that knew the pathways had been burned

and now all that is left is this aching in the belly, and my acute memories. 

Don't let the charlatans, 

awe you with their confusions & and trickery.

Breathe fuller into your center and seek the mystery.

"Seeing with Eyes Closed"

a poem and Digital Alchemy Collage 

by Artist Shelley Sophia Crawford