I see a sadness in the eyes of conformists —
and I see that same sadness in the eyes of those
convulsing radically in opposition.

In others, and in my own.

Each are lingering at a window of perception.

As they want to be engaged, engage them.
Listen to them, and be listened to.

Both will have lent each other liberation
from their chains of perception,

because both will have gazed
through each other's windows —

I used to spend my days people-watching,
but now I spend my days window-watching.

Releasing my attachments
to states of sedentary perception.

Walking through the universe's
gallery of infinite windows.

Exploring the galaxies of the minds of others,
and exploring  galaxies of my own.

Every star — an eye;
a window to another reality.

Standing up from my complacent seat!
Sitting no longer at my dusty window!
Breaking my gaze from my
oh so cherished glass!

Breaking my chains,
discarding my burdens.

This is the only way that I can truly explore!

This is the only way that I may truly be free.