Let me see
Photo by Marina Vitale on Unsplash
Push through the confines
of who you think you can be.
Open eyes wide as infants’
and again, learn to see.
See beyond what is told, what is packaged and sold,
Glimpse a step to a way of dissolving the mold;
And then rest as particles of you spread out, still uncertain,
Feeling eerily free, looking round for your burden;
Asking - What burden is there, now that I have spread out?
Now that I’ve shattered these notions of what I’m all about?
What violence, what grief?
My goodness - how brief
is this life, this existence -
Why all the insistence,
the intensity, worry,
the mad-anxious hurry?
The rat-racing chasing of one dangling fruit,
then another - not facing
that they carry no roots.
We satiate but little,
Our rewards are but brittle,
We’re all left there hanging somewhere in the middle
When really - we can soar,
We can leap and explore.
We can wake up from our sleep
to an existence so deep,
to a loving so wild,
We have no choice but to view it through the eyes of a child.
Keep these eyes open for me,
Let them spot moments of bliss
Let them see joy and beauty
and all that life is.
Do not shield them from pain.
Do not blind them from sorrow.
Do not set their sights always, always on Tomorrow.
Let them see, let them dance
with my ears as they hear,
with my hands as they touch,
and remind me - I AM HERE.
I am here, I’m alive,
I’m living, I AM LIFE.
Every cell, every movement, every moment is rife
with potential, with the chance to be among the living
Oh God - I forget you are so ever-giving.
I forget how easily I can be with you today,
How I can whisper to you to remember my way.
I forget you are not in some blue clouded sky,
but right here as my witness, companion and guide.
I forget that my body carries you daily,
I forget my heart’s wisdom when my mind drives me crazy.
I forget that you’re there -
on my walks, in my dreams.
I forget to call on you
when I fray at the seams.
I don’t see you
as I fill up my grocery bag,
as I beep open a room
with my employee-tag,
as I lace up my shoes,
as I warm up my lunch…
GOD - I sure do forget you a bunch!
Yet you’re always just there.
You’ve no bitterness in you.
There is no reprimand once I choose to continue
Our long-held conversation,
One to another:
Me - the lost child,
And you - the wise mother;
With your contagious calm -
an all-healing balm
that you give away freely
as you instantly feel me,
as you merge with my being
And I begin - once again - seeing.
