Blessed are the ones with their eyes,
Widely open...
To accept that which has been exposed,
With a showing to be observed...
To all except those who refuse to see it.
As truth as 'is' to appear,
No longer remains a quiz.
Blessed are the ones with their eyes,
Widely open.
And those with their eyes closed?
Well...
As kept delusions go,
Who knows.
Maybe one day they will win the lottery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem