One need not have a pair
of seeing eyes..
to see a beauty
that only the blinded eye
sees.

To feel The Sun’s sweet radiance
upon your skin..
to surrender to her warm embrace..
however, still unknowable and obscure
remains the meaning of her holy gaze.

To feel The Ocean’s gentle breeze
upon your face..
As the waves upon her surface rock you
back and forth and right and left.
Still unreachable, however, is her depth.

To feel The Rose’s prickly thorns
upon your hand..
to taste what spills therefrom..
so salty.. as a mermaid’s tear..
blood red.

A beauty of the blinded..
Is it a beauty of the flesh?
Or a beauty of the Geist?
Is it a beauty that
a sighted man could see..
If only that he tried?
A beauty of the blinded..
indeed, it is a beauty of the heart.
It is the subject of this humble,
blinded hermit’s
living art.

Photo creds: The Third Muse, aka The Rose 🌹