Open Eyes

I wish
that we humans
could see with our eyes
what we know to be true

We can’t see, for instance,
the wind that blows
through the holes in our heart
but we know that it does

We can’t see
the sound of the horn
jazzing up our night
but we know that it does

We can’t see
the trees or the forest
producing the air
but we know that it does

We can’t see
the source of all awareness
becoming incarnate
but somehow
we know

And it does