Know Thyself

                A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing.

                If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils.

                But count the eyes first.

                You count only two,

                Can you not see the third?

                Then blindness of the cruelest kind muddles your mind.              

                It is knowledge and higher consciousness that sponsors the all-too uncommon relationship of mind and matter.

                It is why you matter.

                The conventional sight is one-dimensional and essential in making you unaware.

                The first step to knowing yourself is seeing yourself, and to see yourself begins the path to spiritual health.

                So see all you can see, be all you can be, and live life full and beautifully.

                Because without sight,

                I will never know you and you will never know me. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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