Perception

By Natasha Mawera

We all see our own stories. We hear the words we know our souls long for us to accept. This is what I see. What do YOU see

We all see our own stories. We hear the words we know our souls long for us to accept. This is what I see. What do YOU see
The tunnel is not always directly leading us to the light. Sometimes, it leads us from one cage to another.
What do you see?
The tranquility to see. The peace that flows through this body like a never ending river has fought pain and judgement brutally to live in this temple.
What do you see?
Strong, fierce and bold. Mama Africa lives here. What do you see?
I think we are craving to see. To have vision that isn’t defined solely by biology. Vision that fires up mind, body and soul. Vision that allows us to perceive true, constant beauty and love. What do you see?
Watch a rose shrivel up and die. Remove and scatter the petals. Can you not see that even death cannot consume true beauty? What do you see?
Isn’t it wonderful when the earth hears and reflects the emotions you try to conceal from the world you know will never care? You can block the people out. It’s ok. The nature hears you. What do you see?
Watch the sun burn these building you saturate the earth with. How else do you expect Mother Nature to retaliate when you constantly pierce her breast with metal and silence her with concrete slabs. What do you see?
What if we could contain it? Take our serving, our portion of the sunset and pour it into our glasses and drink it. What do you see?
This balcony like our minds, can either be a prison or extension of our freedom. What do you see?

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