It Appears To Me(If We Want To See)

It Appears to Me (If We Want to See)

It appears to me

If we want to see

Don’t look back

Increase the lack

What’s missing is not some hidden sign

It’s the will to leave me behind

The past keeps whispering, “You were right”

But sight is born only in forward night

The ego begs comfort, proof, and control

While the soul cries out for a shared hole

Not a hole of despair or private pain

But a common absence we all sustain

Don’t polish the wound, don’t dress it nice

Let it burn clean, let it demand a price

The lack is the place where truth can stand

When I stop reaching with my own hand

If I look back, I justify why I’m here

If I look forward, I tremble in fear

But fear is the gate that faith walks through

When the “I” dissolves into “we” and “you”

So don’t ask answers, don’t beg to be shown

Build the space where He’s already known

For vision arrives, simple and free

When your lack becomes ours—

it appears to me.