π Somebody asked me yesterday if these were my real eyes 
She was utterly convinced they were contacts. I chuckled, knowing real is how I roll, and told her that yes, they are my real eyes.
Fascinated, she probed further, not fully certain it could be so. I smiled and felt my heart beam through my eyes ever brighter, gently coaxing her heart forth. As I met the beauty in her eyes, I knew she was seeing herself in mine.
Without words, I told her this:
These are the eyes of a woman who keeps her soul fire lit, and tends to it religiously so that it doesnβt waver π
These are the eyes of a woman who has let endless tears of heartbreak, grief and beauty cleanse and wash away the dross. π
These are the eyes of a woman who has her sights wholeheartedly set on the most Luminous One π
These are the eyes of a woman who has dived to the depths of her soul to uncover the buried treasures thereπ
These are the eyes of a woman who prays, often, to see beauty in all things; to see things as they really are.π
These are the eyes of a woman who longs to be seen, and therefore reveals herself, tenderly – and more of than not, timidly. π
These are the eyes of a woman who lives for intimacy; who longs to see as much as she longs to be seen π
These are the eyes of a woman who lets the beauty that touches her eyes enter all the way into her heart. π
These are the eyes of a woman who has vowed to see through the eyes of love; to behold with compassion.π
These are the eyes of a woman who dares to see herself for who she really is- the beauty and the beastly- promising not to not look away, no matter what she sees π
Tell me, beloved – if I were to look into your eyes, what would I see????
