Glasses

He walks along the garden path
His glasses covered in grime
“The world is dark!” he says
Then he plants the bitter seeds

Blinded by the filth-masked specs
He trips over his own two feet
“The world is treacherous!” he says
As he tastes the bitter fruit

He scrapes at the dense dirt one day
Spots of sunrays shine through
“The world has light!” he says
Then he plants the sweet, sweet seeds

He walks along the garden path
His glasses sparkling clean
“The world is wonderful!” he says
As he tastes the sweet, sweet fruit

Whether the world is bad or good
Depends on what glasses you wear
It all comes down to your perception
Then you plant the seeds for your fruit

Written: 26 January 2009
Published in: Unibuds Annual Magazine 2008 "Fruition: The Ripening of Kamma"