Mindful Blind

Is it good that I’m blind?

I don’t know

Is it good that I can't see?

But do you know?

I can’t see what I hear

I can’t see what is dear

I can’t see what I fear

I can’t see what is sheer

That’s why should it be clear?

Is it good that I’m blind?

I don’t know

Is it good that I can't see?

But do you know?

I can’t see those who make a sneer

I can’t see those who make a smear

Though it's a dark life

I can’t see those who are not dear

But do you know?

I can’t see which are near

I can’t see which are sincere

Though it’s calm life

I can’t see which are dear

That’s why should it be clear?

Is it good that I’m blind?

Is it good that I can't see it?

But do you know?

I have heard from my brothers

There is light, there are colors

I have heard from my sisters

There is the plight, there are murders

I have heard when I wonder

There is justice, there are slanders

I have heard when they plunder

There is mercy, there are slaughters

I have heard, from the rumors

There is satiation, there is hunger

That’s why should it be clear?

Is it good that I’m blind?

Is it good that I can't see?

Let me know