The beauty of sight,
which takes in the world.
Seeing, believing,
we create our own world.
The thing we depend on,
what we rely on.
It is the source, from which all things are born.
Size, shape, colour and texture,
All things are created with a single gesture.
With these eyes I see day,
Closing them I see night,
the creation of this world,
dependent entirely on my sight.
Though this power is strong, incredible and mighty,
shaping our world as if without our psyche.
We come to rely on them, believing they are truth,
instead of seeing, that they are all a ruse.
The Sight in dreams, seeing reality,
We miscontrue, what is false and reality.
Our perceptions like colours diluting our sight,
who can say, what we see is right?
Where those depressed see darkness,
those happy see light.
Those experiencing clarity,
sees things that are right.
Understanding the reality as it is,
seeing the rising, and falling of this.
Perceiving the very essence of sight,
all may understand what is truly, right.
So will you take the first step,
will you begin to see,
the reality in front of you,
not what you imagine it to be?
