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.