Open Eyes. Open Mind

Open Eyes. Open Mind. By her strengths of character, I can now see the light, the dark, the twilight, and the dawn. My eyes are finally open to a world beyond myself and the world that I am perceiving is a new array of experiences and sensations. Confined within myself I was restricting and hindering my life from expressing itself. I can now see that my world is not exclusive to me.

She gave me a fruit that she had eaten of, and I eagerly finished it off because she is the one who gave it to me, and the name of that fruit is environmental personal understanding, which is coming to terms with oneself. Partaking of this fruit is a mind opener because once eaten of it, it is difficult to be self-centered much longer.

Enlightenment does not come after a meal, so resistance to change must be delt with, and delt with realistically. Some people can move from one level of enlightenment to another alone while others need a companion to help them. I needed help to step beyond my current thinking and she is there to help me, not by force of arms or persuasion, but by listening with compassion and the use of rational arguments without offending.

Open eyes can equate to emotional stability and maturity and a willingness to face reality. Open mind is saying the same thing as open eyes. How ever it is phrased, it means growing up in environments that does not cater exclusively to you. Interacting with other people in a sober and respectful manner.

Understanding and appreciating that grasses and trees provide the oxygen you need to live. Not to be so offensive as to hunt and kill animals for the sake of killing, appreciating that they have the right to live and enjoy life as well. These are elements of maturity adding meaning and substance to the world, and worlds.

My perception of myself and the world around me has been place on the food platter of sympathetic awareness, handed to me from hands that only strengthens our already stable relationship. I opened my mind and did consume what remained of the fruit that was given to me. Part of me wanted to resist, but the taste of moving out of myself was so pleasant and refreshing that logic forbid my refusal of a digestion of better discernment.

I fell to my knees before the fruit bearer, not out of homage, not out of gratitude, but to show that I am now capable of looking up at the world and not down on it. My feet use to hurt from walking in the same place and now they hurt from moving around on soils of mind that I had not travelled before, and my eyes are now open to doors that I could physically see but refused to open.

Open eyes. Open mind. An elevated sense of perception and a heighten level of thinking. It is possible that I could have achieved this cognitive advancement on my own, but the fruit bearer is a much softer and prettier way to have received it.