eyes to see

Do you see me?

No, you don’t.
You see me not at all.

You call me form
And put a name to that.
You talk of height and weight,
The color of the eyes you view,
And think your description
Does me justice.

You do not see I am colored
Totally by your perception .

For there is more to me than what you see
When using eyes that see me not at all

Reach inside and there you will find
The one you are describing.

Go deeper to the spring
From which flows light and certain knowledge
For there you will find
Encompassed within your heart
The solemn truth
Stilly waiting
For your examination.

And as you rest in this
You discover the Truth
Of Who You are.

Now, you see Me.

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