Mirabai uses significant imagery about eyes and seeing. She looks directly at her beloved with her eyes, not through some inner process of contemplation, of considered thought. It is through the beams that emanate from her eyes that the divine takes hold of her. She also sees his face; it is the visual image of him that is important to her, not his speech or anything else about him. And she describes her life now that she is devoted to the divine in terms of her eyes: my eyes have their own life.
All I Was Doing Was Breathing