Further the doubt was voiced, explain it to me he asked. Within myself posed what words can be used to explain someone something you knew to be true from the first moment.
The other was called away before I could summon an answer to his quandary. I have given it thought and tried to find words to express what I see. There was my hitch over played words reflective of a single sense tossed about and sung so many times there meaning is lost in a fog. Still I have thought on the question and then how would I tell someone without sight about this truth known to me in an instant.
So I sat in the world closed my eyes and let nature speak to me and I waited to see if I could hear, if I could feel, sense all that was happening around me and thought about this truth about what I could see that another could not. With a purpose now I started shutting out the noises of man. All the raucous and rancor that plagues our days and all the machines with their clanging, ripping, grinding and roaring, I pushed myself to sense the what is by so many so much forgotten.
Finally silence rang through the calamity of noises deafening me to what was always here.
Suddenly raindrops fell slowly tapping the ground around me and then one by one the drops touched me, a sudden warmth grew in my heart yet the water was cooling where it fell upon me.
The wind lightly danced around me silent but stirring all living things around me into song the trees, the grass, the birds and animals all seemed to welcome the gentle zephyr with their voices.
The trees yawl and sway grew silent around me but the birds continued their praise and then took to the wind with the beating of wings in the air almost too faint to hear.
Animals chattered on, about what I know not but their merriment swirled around me for a moment and then was gone. Vanished into the world, I searched for them without my sight but alas they were beyond my sense.
The flowers newly blooming in the breath of spring filled the air with perfumes dizzying my senses and their scents as fragile as the petals from which they were born are to the touch, weighing nothing in the air, falling lazily around.
The light rains stopped soon after and the sun burned through the sky whose light which I could not see bathed me in warmth and I laid back into arms of the earth. I felt the strong support holding me up.
There I lay for some time absorbing all world around me that with my eyes I seldom bothered to see.
Then it was clear to me the answer to my friends question about this truth I knew.
What your eyes can not see is not untrue because you do not see it
Beauty is there you just have to be open enough to see clearly That to me the color of her eyes is as soft and warm as rain, her steps are a dance on the wind which brings a song to those around her and her smile a gentle warmth which brightens the world. She is as elegant as the flowers and as dizzying to my senses.
Trying now not to open the box given by those above to the first, once containing gifts indeterminate holds today save a lone treasure but I fear I have already let it fly when I stole a glimpse inside and pray now that which has been shattered before will survive.
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