Do You Ever Close Your Eyes In Order To See?

Answer 1

Two possible answers come to mind.

- I close my eyes to better envisage things with ‘my mind’s eye’ (as I do, if I’m working on a ‘spatial’ task – imagining How a cube will look, for instance).

- I close my eyes to see true beauty, as only I can.

Answer 2

Oh Athens, eye of Greece, mother of arts, and eloquence ! What beckoning ghost along moonlights glade, invites foreign hands to dying eyes closed ?

Many a silver moons hath since danced on silken spidery threads, its opal silence spun around dearth and decay, yet waxing lyrically of pun, hope and revelation in a ballet of repartee, the circus masters anew into new light and find cheer in curiosity.

Oft a stilly night, fond memory doth bring light of other days gone by, books learned fill wells of follies, are nothing of a woman’s heart.

Silent thieves frolic in pilfered hearts and delight turpentine minds, marks the archers true aim to crucify and illumine, that eternal Providence be sought from silently besotted states.

See there the olive grove of Arcadia, it is twilight past the hour. Foreign hands to humble grave adorned, by strangers honoured and by strangers mourned, that fondest hopes decay, never nursed a dear gazelle nor man, neither loved roses nor dirge, neither honey nor milk, that to courage never to submit or yield, study of vengeance, immortal hate, good still yet to emerge and means of true joy.

Of ravished soul, bride of inquietude, hears melodies sweet as soft pipes played upon, yet of beaten, stained, unloved, quince, plum and gourd, will pass into nothingness; but will keep a bower in vigil for lost souls past. Heart’s undoing, taught only to be lived, lived only to be trounced.

Alas, six whole moons aplenty than what the physician ordered, time announces in humility and humbly to become a guest and punctually for once, if ever so moribund in Syene where shadow both way falls, to delight in keeling bells in the graceful eclipse of crescent moon.

Quiet interlude brings new, that swift soft intercourse may soul to soul, waft a sigh from Indus to Pole. Love and laughter, free as mornings breeze, at sight of human ties, spreads light wings, flies eternal cheerful hearts.

An Observer, solitude waves weaves spices of quiet delight and content, to eye nature’s walks catch manners living as they rise. As a fragile peace has fallen, one bids thee valley sweet everlasting in life's wide chasm and good tidings all as morning births the new day.

Answer 3

Yes whenever I'm confused.

Answer 4

Me being a billionaire

Answer 5

Ya! To see what I forgot!

Answer 6

yes...
because open eyes r subjective, they only see what we want them to see....
^^

Answer 7

sometimes
its magical

Answer 8

yes when remembering something

Answer 9

to see inner beauty? yes i often do.

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Answer 10

Hehe....try and open them