Eyes see but they also listen
To the light, to the dark, to the all and the nothing
We see and yet we can be blind
We can be blind and yet we can see
Visions unfolding within our beings
Observations made that we think are clear
Our eyes recognize a truth buried deep within our bones
Dilated they drink in everything offered to them
Hungrily slurping and sucking and gnawing at every minuscule shred of delicious delicacies
Contracted only means the information received arrives differently
Often misconstrued our eyes can deceive us
Messages floating in untruthful and hurtful
We look deeper, we desire to look deeper
Sometimes unknowing that our eyes are telling lies
Lies that can destroy and destabilize
Lies that can kill
Our eyes tell lies that we take within
Yet they also tell of beauty
Of colours and shapes and moments in time
A beauty that only the eyes can gift us
Do your eyes choose beauty or do they choose the lies?
Do they drink in the prisms of nature or do they invalidate with a connection to the brain that speaks hurt?
Do we honour the gift that eyesight bestows upon us or do we throw it into a pit of fire to burn away into nothingness and be forgotten?
Do we give thanks for the rays of light that beam down upon us as we gaze out into the blue sky days or do we wait for the dreary gray stormy skies to return?
Do we see the gray sky as a nuisance or as the beauty of nourishing life giving sustenance mama earth is needing?
You see, we see, yet do you and I truly see?
Or is it all just a trick of perception that one day we wake up from and say wow that was a fun ride?
And then, perhaps softly, or perhaps not, we say let’s do it again.
And so we do.
And this time we vow to see things and people differently.
We have chosen to see the truth in the beauty and the pain.
I am choosing to see, are you?