The older I get
The more my vision fades
Cataract clouding slowly
Snow falling cell by blurring cell.
The older I get
The better my vision becomes
Mind seeing more clearly than ever
The fainter shapes of people
Objects
Living things
The deeper I see all things
with ALL MY SENSES
The words of a friend a stranger
Music
Wind through the trees.
The deeper my vision flows
Smelling so many things
Tasting so much
It all becomes a way of SEEING
Beyond my eyes,
A way of seeing with mind
With every moment of my past
My present life.
So many so blind to only feel they can see with sharp eyes
So many so blind to take it all for granted
So many so blind to not slow down the flow of what they SEE with their Senses
And touch
And feel
All slower
All deeper
What we think we see
With our eyes and senses.