the eye of fatima.
eyes are silent, while
they convey so much,
sometimes you have to 
look away.
i think of fate as the sun,
as the eye of the radiant feminine
that would be good to me
when my heart is open.  
the sun's silence envelopes 
everything in warm light.
the eye of the sun is fate, light is the god
we fondly pray for, it is ours,
the eye of the hand, nesting
in the radiant center
of winter.