Whats seen


You are only as good, as the eyes being seen with.
Don't accept anything less, than seen being perfect.
A blind man once saw, light thru darkness.
He was lead by heart and not by objects.
He felt his way to, not with his hands.
With God sending his love
Perfecting this blind man.

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Little piece of my thought that crossed my mind.