do we really see the world with our eyes?
and if it is true, how they fail us so.
can we truly comprehend the beauty behind a smile
or the love in a deep clear stare
only by seeing?
can eyes report back the love that is found
in the pressure of a kiss?
can vision detail the softness
of skin in a gentle embrace?
can they see the love there?
can eyes see without certain knowledge
of its presence, any love at all?

yes

our eyes born to deceive
some times they lie
whispering sweet somethings in our brain
communicating mirage images
we grow
spreading our fiery understanding
ripples everywhere
until.... ahhhh now i see

words that do not tell the truth
misrepresentations
bread in my coffee disintegrating
shoe dust
whisked away
take away false images
paper gods
dispense with
vapid ramblings

see truth is real
hear the ocean and feel the wind
revealed in sunlight
an enormous crystal goblet filled
with broken bits of colored glass
of life's sincerity
we see through it
rangoli on our doorsteps

Its vary good