"Blind"

There is no way to explain it, for you cannot see, hear, smell or touch it, but you must feel it. A sound, barely audible, a soft voice; "Do you see?"

-Blind

 

I am not blind, for I see

But what you see, I see differently

Before me, I have a blank sheet of paper

Beyond the sheet, I see a world of wonder

 

You ask me, if I am blind

But I have found what you have yet to find

I see life, I see light

Your vision is but in black and white

 

You ask me, if I am blind

But you have yet to open your eyes

Deep within, my heart is my sight

And my soul is forever my satellite

 

You ask me, if I am blind

What must I reply?

How can one describe

The feeling deep inside?

 

Words are but promises to break

Art is a profession of faith

How can you accuse one of being blind,

When you are the unconscious mind?

 

Unable to see

Incapable of belief

You cannot bathe in the light

When you have lost sight

 

And today, once more, as we meet,

“Are you blind?”, you ask me.

I want to speak. I want to set you free,

But all I can reply is; “No, I see”

Author's Note

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