Everyday someone looks at me with conditioned eyes
Making Wild guess judgements
About the length of my hair
The colour of my skin
The maker of my shoes
Never knowing what is real
Or Who I am
Once someone looked at me
Through a compassionate heart
And all that was invisible
Was revealed in the light of it
Pain, fear, love, hope
Fresh wounds, old scars
Longing and aspiration
And my own heart smiled
Under that gentle gaze
In the clarity of both seeing
And being truly seen
Author: Christy Sharsel
I found this poem to be so beautiful. It encourages us to be with people in a compassionate open loving way free of judgements.