more from Mark Nepo
A blind child
guided by his mother,
admires the cherry blossoms…
Who knows what a blind child sees of blossoms or songbirds? Who knows what any of us sees from the privacy of our own blindness-and, make no mistake, each of us is blind in a particular way, just as each of us is sighted uniquely.
Consider how each of us is blinded by what we fear. If we fear heights, we are blind to the humility vast perspectives bring. If we fear spiders, we are blind to the splendor and danger of webs. If we fear small spaces, we are blind to the secrets of sudden solitude. If we fear passion, we are blind to the comfort of Oneness. If we fear change, we are blind to the abundance of life. If we fear death, we are blind to the mystery of the unknown. And since to fear something is thoroughly human, to be blind is unavoidable. It is what each of us must struggle to overcome.