Seeing Blind

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This work is a bit of a departure from my usual style. No poetic rhymes, but with its own rhythm and depth of feeling. I hope it strikes a chord deep within you.

Submitted: May 17, 2016

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Seeing Blind

 

Would I see more clearly if I were blind?

Would I possess a lazer-like focus on the important things?

How ironic that we who see with our eyes often miss the big picture and blur the fine details.

How sluggish we can be with our sight, resistant to seeing what is right in front of us.

How easily we take it for granted, failing to unleash its potential.

What a strange paradox to have the power of all senses and be master of none.

For truly, blindness is an affliction that strikes all humans.

Blind to ourselves, mostly unaware of who we really are.

Turning a blind eye to others, avoiding their pain, and even their joy.

Blindness is a condition that is not physical for most.

Nonetheless, it is rampant and crippling to us all. 

So, would I see more clearly if I did not have the gift of sight?

Fortunately, I cannot say for sure.

I have learned though that my best moments of clarity occur when my eyes are closed --

My breathing is deep and I am fully attuned.

That's when I see with my heart.

Seeing with the heart?  What a concept.


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