What we see depends on whose eyes we look from
or if we look at all.
What is basic is neglected
and forgotten by the world
Running in search of what is already here
we are scattered
and deafened by selfish flight
disguising blindness in a flurry of other obligations,
- forgetful of our transparency
What is worth our time?
And whose reaching hands are we rejecting?
- Only those without strength or will to reach.
