gaze

Poetry is inspired by the elements of random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn__ seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)

He__ dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he__ be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.

now the question we must ask is...what kind of _practices_ [theology] motivates, what kind of _gaze_ onto others, the guest, the new arrivant, it offers us to carry with us; _not_ who my neighbors are _but_ to whom I am being a neighbor.

I got lost In your ocean-green eyesAnd I drownedIn the sweetest desireOf your warm gazeWave after waveWith no chanceTo survive.

These were people who hunted for a way to erase the haunted, malnourished gaze from their souls and replace it with their faith in freedom and safety.

It was a gaze that held the comfort of familiarity. There was no mystery, no enigmatic depth, but unrestrained length, the length of years__he laughter of childhood games and Christmas carols of home_ lining its pathways with simple, yet easily overlooked, understanding.

Take a walk with me through nature and let__ gaze on the marvelous wonders of creation.

When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

Do not avert your eyes.It is important that you see this.It is important that you feelthis.

Looking but not seeing is the hearing but not understanding of the eye.

Ultimately,we hear things because we cannot see everything.

Everytime he looked at her she felt brighter inside, and she yearned to keep his attention, to hold his gaze.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.

What a face this girl possessed!__ould I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born.