I think I once promised to explain what “el tercer ojo” (the third eye) means.
First off, the quotation –which you get if you play with your cursor and the roll-over on the freeway sign above– comes from a poem by Cherrie Moraga from her collection The Last Generation. The entire poem is: “the third eye does not weep. it knows.” I’ve always loved her writing and couldn’t resist this chance to use it (and thus somehow make it partly my own). Hope she doesn’t mind.
For me, the third eye is the mind’s eye. I see it as is depicted by Frida Kahlo, in her self-portrait “Diego On My Mind.” It’s the inner vision of whatever is most important to us/ me at any given moment.
I think it also represents (as Moraga’s poem indicates) that truth which we know rather than simply believe or feel. Emotions can run high so often in my world / self. Writing, for me can be a way to translate what I feel into knowledge — to figure out why I feel the way I do.
I weep rather easily though. So does my third eye weep? I don’t think so; I think like Moraga’s it remains somewhat abstracted. Unlike the rest of me, I don’t see it so much as about feeling as being about logic and, as said above, knowledge. There’s a coldness to my nature at time. A part of me that however much I’m in the moment, even when I’ve been weeping with sadness or laughing until I can’t breathe, that observes me and the situation from the outside.
That detachment or disassociation (as I’ve sometimes thought of it) has led me to wonder what I’m really feeling. Or even worse, if at the worst or best moments of my life I’m really feeling anything, or if my life is somehow a dishonest performance.
Not happy thoughts at all. Luckily, I don’t feel that way very often anymore.
Why? Basically because of a really good therapist telling me that there wasn’t anything very abnormal going on. That these feelings were a product of a mind that was more comfortable with analysis then emotion, not dishonesty. And so I renamed that portion of me my third eye.
And left my other two free to weep. And laugh.