Think you know a wise man,
a holy man,
a visionary when you see him?
Think you have expectations as to his outward appearance?
His demeanor?
My friend, think again.

He could be any shape he could be any size,
He could have any color from normal to polka dots,

He could be a woman could be a child
Could be from the meekest to the most wild
His wisdom could cover all you wish to know
Or it could just cover which path to or not to go

My friend,
think again
She could be an old lady carrying a blood red apple
She could be all dolled up in glass slippers and such
She could be pale white with lust driven red lips
She could be you
He could be a sweet baby
Or an ugly
***.

Truth takes on many faces it can lead you on a merry dance
Trust only to word and deed,
be deceived not by appearance

Think you know a no-gooder when you see one?
Think you know the beggar on the street is nothing more?
Think again....
it could be your future,
your fate
He could have been in shoes
like yours not long ago







Think you know an angel when you see one?
Think they always wear a halo and fly with wings of gold?
Think again...
they're everywhere,
They could be the neighbor you dislike...


They could stop being human,
and you...
could stop thinking
and leave it up to them

Give the wise holy visionary back their shoes

think again...
meer appearance
may not be as clear
as what was first thought

Open your hear to what's around you
instead of placing things in your pigeon holes,
truth takes on many forms,
One only has to open their hearts
and except things.

So no matter what you see
find that open spirit
where a heart
touches beyond an imagination
within a glimmer.