Others can see things we cannot
In our blindness of certain aspects of ourselves
We miss the truth, the cause of suffering
We wander, lost in fog of sadness
To others, it is emblazoned on our forehead
"Stubborn, unyielding, won't listen"
Yet others cannot alter the trait that makes us suffer
We alone have the power to transform or transmute it
What a glorious power!
If we can be humble enough to ask
"What do you notice about me?"
If we can introspect about who we are
"Do I treat others the way I would like to be treated?"
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel
In our blindness of certain aspects of ourselves
We miss the truth, the cause of suffering
We wander, lost in fog of sadness
To others, it is emblazoned on our forehead
"Stubborn, unyielding, won't listen"
Yet others cannot alter the trait that makes us suffer
We alone have the power to transform or transmute it
What a glorious power!
If we can be humble enough to ask
"What do you notice about me?"
If we can introspect about who we are
"Do I treat others the way I would like to be treated?"
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel
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