pgiii

Kubo

I've never once looked at a river & thought to myself that it would look better if the waters weaved a different path.

Or that it would be more pleasing if its stones were shaped and colored a bit differently.

Yet, we oft gaze upon each other through the lens of judgement and hyper criticism. I wonder why?

(Perhaps we see each other as innately separate, apart, & different from nature? )

(Could it be that we recognize in one another ourselves, like a mirror or reflection?

Perhaps, we might fear it & because of our fear, we are inclined to run from, impress, or improve upon it. )

(In both cases, I imagine it would be a confounding, if not lonely existence).

I want to see myself and others like I see a tree. Like I see a river, ocean, or the sky on a starry night. (With gentleness, curiosity, reverence.)

02_25_2024