Blind Vision
Missing the point, ©
Copyright 1999, Douglas Decicco, 181 Dogwood Lane, South Windsor, CT
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Not seeing the way,
Ignoring the signs that spoil my own precious ideas
That pry apart petrified beliefs to peer inside,
I go blind.
In the shadow of my own predicament
I pass,
Distracted by superfluous needs and disastrous desires
By the way side walking alone
On busy streets.
Each time I, in the distance, sense a match
Between the experience of my life
And what I must somehow become,
When I see the truth,
My heart quickens with hope.
I wish to belong:
In a world with giving and receiving,
Where each piece fits
And somehow each moment's events
Builds a cosmic palace.
I long to be blind:
To people's skin and patterns of speech,
To image and facade,
To envision clearly the world, broken,
But in silent recreation, hidden and wondrous.
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