Doctor My Eyes

Just finished a Zen retreat. Sometimes when you come off of these things you’re all cracked up…or maybe you just notice the cracks better. I got home and a Jackson Browne tune popped into my head, so I sang it–sometimes it makes more sense to sing than to write. Go on and read the lyrics, Jackson Browne has this one all figured out; no need to write a new poem when someone else already nailed it!

Feel free to sing along (N.B. I know it sounds like some lady singing in her kitchen, but in my mind as I sing I always imagine that I’m backed up by a team of professional musicians)…you can use my backup band, too.

…or for the real deal concert version, scroll down.

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long
‘Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I’ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where there will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it’s later than it seems
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it’s too late for me
Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry
–Jackson Browne (1972)

The man himself (with band):

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