A subject reluctant for the portrait,

you shy away from the camera; don't. 

Hold on awhile. These morning lights, just right,

are going to fade out soon

as soon as the sun reaches the height and dazzles white.

Let the breeze breathe over you, caress your body and enter you

like the primeval truth of life. You will stand incarnate

in the eyes of the Maker.

The mythical eye, the Third Eye.