What if I did not know what I know. What if I did not know that this is a tree, would i not look at it with a little more keenness, with a little more expansiveness, with a more open heart willing to hear the stories it told, the laughter that erupts from it. Would I not touch its ridges and perhaps feel what it has felt. Would I not see miracles in its structure, miracles of tiny particles moving and swaying in a song I would overhear, only because I did not call it a tree and expect it to act as a tree and satisfy my longing to make my textbooks right. What a shame to miss beauty because we are looking for confirmation of what we know.
Look, look intently, don’t waver, see things as they are and not as you assume they are. Oh the freedom that comes from being willing to see that maybe things aren’t the way you thought they were.
By Yola Motsieloa
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