Only 1 Lens Left To See Thru~ Poem by Chuy Amante

Perhaps I am different from all of the rest?
My heart is in the East,
my body in the West

I have worn other glasses
in other places and times
but now they are gone,
to me belong just 1, mine

The lens that I wear sees nothing but love,
opportunity and perfection like from above!

ALL that occurs is part of a play,
scenes all geared to strengthen 1 each day

I only see, all as being healed and well,
I must see all
with chances to give and get love
all circumstances can use more love
and be seen in new light
All life can be a real tough fight

BUT,
The fight is between the ears
close to old lenses, lots of tears

To one who eats only rice and water,
a shelter with sugar and salt, a blanket
not any squaller
is heaven, Nirvana!

To those who walk many miles a day
they'd be in heaven
in a 30yr old Chevrolet

Those with a leg and maybe an arm, no hearing,
a tooth or two, blindness
would be in a resurrected body of bliss,
just having all of its parts, working
on occasion, more or less!

I could go on and on, with all that's unfair and wrong!
Why, why bother at all, time to rise up from the fall

I see all for all that it is. Most is not what we think, blink!
We may need a friend to help clearly think

All this shite is perfect,
it is,
even with all its defects.

Now see it all
thru godly happy lenses,
there never was a fall.

KNOW what you want!
A fresh chance is now
to go after it
with a growl! ! !

Or,
sit back and let it be.
tis not real in eternity.
Create what you want
or let go, do nothing,
just go in the flow
of all as it is,
no judgement
all is

No winners
but
No losers

No time
but
timelessness

no words
but
all known,
peace,
release