Would it be easier to run ahead? To dive, to fly? If you couldn’t see obstacles or count the doubts?
Or would we stay in a corner, cowered. Fear like dark blankets on all sides?
Are they a comfort or a cage?
And you can see every possibility, every unsaid thing.
The what if’s, what then’s, the what-was-I-thinkings.
They can weigh heavy, like walking in water.
If we couldn’t see, could we go further?
Would doubt lose its grip? Would we really be free?
Would the puzzles holding us back (or locking us in —colors, cultures, communities.. tribes..) — release us?
Would we find we no longer align or divide if we’re Colorblind?
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Oh to see Purple for the First time.
Maybe it’s not my sight I should love or fear.
Maybe just my Self.
Fully letting self be seen. Isn’t that what we’re really afraid of?
The stepping up to the mic?
Is this thing on?
Heart check, 1- 2 One- Two.
To no longer be lived by the 9 to 5, or whim, or judgement or desire.
To be the human being human once in a while.
More often than not.
Is it easier with eyes closed?
Head towards the sun, lips ready, not just to feel but to really see.
And in the seeing to know:
We will master it all.
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