Do you have hungry eyes?
A Poem
Eyes feasting on flesh,
engorging on decadent desire.
Lust and loneliness mesh,
the cravings of the meal climbing higher.
The need to feed,
the decadent deed.
The miserable cycle the hungry lead,
as the conscious bleeds for this empty seed.
Struggling to be freed from this rotten greed,
the ravenous pain continues without a higher creed.
The eyes feed your soul.
Watch what you eat.
what lovely poem! my mother would say 'grosse augen' - big eyes - when we would pile food on our plates a and not finish.
"The eyes feed your soul.
Watch what you eat."
I loved your poem so much.
And that last use of words so witty.
It made me think of all the things people feed their souls: news, violent movies, etc.
I haven't read any news in almost eight years. It feels so quiet and light in my head.
I had bulimia as a young adult and your poem reminded me of those days. My eating disorder became my "best friend". It was always there when I felt an unwholesome emotion.
Now I practice Buddhism taught by the American monk Bhante Vimalaramsi and I haven't been happier. They have free online retreats all the time and they are free, in case you are curious.
Thank you for your beautiful poem. I appreciate it very much.