[with naked eyes], [with my own eyes]

More than words, more than wordings, more than phrases, more than languages, I am seduced, and enriched by the expression of finely detailed thinking and observation. Whether through the realm of the poetic, of the humorous, the transcendental, the edifying, the challenging and daring, expressions born out of the depth of an individual inner world which excavates freely, unrestrained by language and usage, such expressions soothe me and awake me into fuller, responsible, and sustainable living of self, and of everything that surrounds me, known and yet unknown, understood and ungrasped.

Simply said, using common phrasings is similar to looking at a picture and calling it by the central aspect while ignoring its context.

Pokeweed / Phytolacca americana Linnaeus

To see with the “naked eye” alludes to what is easily, generally, commonly detected. Yet, the texture of this picture is not the dark berries. The mindful, the mindset, the mind acknowledges the texture, the whole, not the naked eye. And, whenever one claims to see “with own eyes”, it must be deduced that, though impossible, one may see through those of others.

I am enriched, soothed, and awakened towards overwhelmingly sustainable and ever-possible states of being, not by the usage of commonly understood wordings and sentences that allow easiness but by the attention to detail that brings expansion and fruitful comprehension.

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