Very rarely are things as they first appear. This is not true because of deception, but it is true because of self-deception. It is not a knowing practice. We do it without ever knowing what we are seeing is not truth. How do we clear the vision?
The first thing we must do is realize we are not looking at what we see. Second, we have to divorce ourselves for our preconceptions. Third, we have to be willing to stop. Want to step out of your bubble? What is on the outside of it?
We come to every situation a sum of our integral parts. We look at things from the combined vantage points of our sex, age and experience, among many others. These are the shimmery colors which make bubbles so pretty. The sheen distorts what we see to align with what we know about ourselves.
The word is much maligned when it is put into action. Do not assume you know what prejudice means here, as we are not going to use the PC definition you hear abused in the media and public conversation. No knee jerk reactions. No intolerance. No dastardly deeds.
We are going to use prejudice’s most simple definition: preconceived judgment or opinion, especially without just grounds or before sufficient knowledge.
In most situations, we judge what we see. How one-dimensional is that? We have five senses for a reason. Many things are not as they appear or sound when we take the time to investigate with our other senses… especially the most neglected of all… common sense.
Knowing the hurdles to understanding others, we have to make the conscious choice to step away from what we think we know to always be true. Rarely is anything always one particular way. In order to make the decision to see the truth, we have to be willing to admit we do not know everything, and then, we must act to learn.
Mantra wants you to see something about assuming we know enough, accepting our sight as infallible and thinking our impeccable hearing means we understand the things meant of what we hear. In short, she wants to make the Bubble burst.
Inside the bubble, the wind never touches your skin,
nor the rains fall on your head.
The iridescent glimmer makes all you see sparkle
with bright firework color.
You’ve no idea the curve of the bubble distorts all
you’ve ever seen, heard and said.
Ignorantly assuming your perception is
the reality others share.
One day, you notice someone looking into your orb and wonder
why they stand and stare.
You examine them closely to notice flat eyes staring through you.
Are they undead?
Between bubble shimmers you see the skin,
ghostly and rubbery in its pallor.
In the blink of an eye, they leap into action.
No, not slow, but blinding instead.
With the flick of the wrist, the bubble bursts and
what you see is certainly not dead.
You notice hair, clothes, lips and brows. The pale tones replaced
with healthy glowing color.
Contrasting your first glimpse and guess, you feel desire
replacing initial dread.
Gentle is the touch leading you away from the broken globe
with special care.
You ease into the safe arms, clasp the offered hand and find
strong trust, but do you dare
Let down your guard, tear down the tower wall, be free with one
so new, not yet vetted?
Deep in your chest your heart cries out for your mind to succumb
to its steady tremor.
When it does, you then know the warmth and comfort
of a new love freshly discovered.
Have you ever been surprised to find yourself attracted to someone, either as Mate or Quaint? Have you had the soapy film between you burst to see the true colors of the world around you? What are the dangers of only looking in one place for the love of friends and mates? Can you see how pervasive prejudice is beyond the public/media abuse of the word?
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