Many of us have eyes, yet we do not see.
I look in the mirror, but I don't see me.
The person staring back, is not the one in my head.
Everything is distorted; we have no perception left.
You see a flower, Oh how nice.
But you don't see it, as it truly is.
A piece of art straight from nature, herself.
Watch, as it bends its body to the wind.
Dancing to a music, only it can hear.
The wind blows harder.
Watch now as the clouds roll in.
Rumbles of thunder as the sky darkens.
The first sign of rain and you run inside.
The water comes down.
Pitter pat, Pitter pat.
You see it flowing, with your eyes.
That's easy.
Close your eyes now, stand in the middle of your shelter.
The rain is coming down, be silent.
Just listen.
The drops hit the roof, trickling down and down.
In perfect rhythm your heart keeps time.
As the wind blows through the trees outside.
You hear the branches tapping the windows around you.
You remember that flower, dancing as I told you?
Open your eyes, it's still here.
Dancing,
Only this time can you hear the music?
The melody of the wind? The rhythm of the rain?
The harmony the thunder and your heat provide for it.
You see the dance and hear the music.
As all the world beckons for you to come.
Telling you to come outside, to open your eyes.
Not those narrows slits in your head.
But the eyes to your heart
We all have eyes, but will never truly see.
Until the heart can be used enough,
To see clearly