Seeing the hidden, with blind eyes - a poem by Uttik
It is all to easy to judge others. When we do that, we fail to see truth and beauty.
Seeing the hidden, with blind eyes
The fig never sang of the apple,
The apple never ridiculed the fig,
The boar, after a muddy dip, never lost its charm,
The empress in her sunset years encased the same soul,
A few inches 'tween the eyes, or an angle of a cheek, do not measure beauty,
A croak or a tweet whistle do not gauge the character,
A hiss, a lament, a wail, or a beration, may yet hide a kind heart,
A hasty shove, an accusation, a rebuke, or an angry glance, may yet hold latent wisdom and care,
Dullness, inattention, waywardness, or naivety, may yet conceal dormant courage,
The compassionate one hath said, judge not, lest ye be judged,
True, but see with his eyes, and you shall see fair.