These windows to my soul
Can see no faces.
I have no perception of color
Because I lack what they call vision.
My sight revolves around
The world inside me.
I cannot hide from my feelings,
They find me in all places.
I have discovered a universal truth
Unknown by many:
Beauty is not in the eye
Of the beholder,
But in the soul.
Beauty is the journey of love,
that I learn from the lonely bird's song,
as the melody shifts from hope to discovery.
As I hold heat in my hands,
and breathe in a delicious steam,
soaking in a sweet perfume of tea
I discover a little piece of simplicity
that I have decided is beautiful.
Beauty is the unpredictable splatter
Of salty tears from a happy cloud
that taps on my window-pane-
begging me to come and play-
at three o'clock in the morning.
When I reached out and knew for sure,
that there was someone there to hold my hand-
someone who would never let me fall-
I knew I needed beauty.
When our souls make a sacred connection,
our hearts discovered one another.
I swear I could feel the blood in my veins,
crying out for your touch.
The moment when our pulses alligned,
I knew I loved this beauty.
Beauty is a person’s self
Not a person’s image
Beauty is found in the loud laughter
of a person who cannot cantain the happiness,
even when surrounding influences
are trying to suppress it.
Because I cannot see,
I am at a loss
Of visual discrimination.
I can love larger,
And dream greater.
Beauty is imagining
What a setting sun looks like,
As I lay on a grainy beach.
You cannot describe color to me,
Just as I cannot describe
My blindness to you.
But I can feel the warmth
of color as it gracefully falls
upon my satin skin.
Some offer pity to me
Because they think they can see
What I cannot.
What they cannot see
Is that my lack of sight
Has enlightened my understanding
To the more precious things.
They can’t comprehend
That my blind ignorance
Has made my world limitless.
While they are living on Earth,
In pretty, organized, shiny places;
I am living in the Universe,
Filled with a cluttered darkness
Of a bright imagination and understanding
where I realized that beauty is blinding.
Because my sense of beauty is
to an image
but to a feeling.
Beauty is created in the potential of
all proving the same message:
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