Look at Me

When you look at me, what do you see? Yes. Look as if for the first time, long and deep. I won’t flinch under your stare.

Do you see my skin, burnt to a dark brown under the hot African sun?

Or do you see my pale body, so pale that it reddens before it tans, if it ever does?

Do you see my eyes slanting upwards as if reaching towards the heavens?

Or do you see my strong nose, sharply arched, bridge proud?

Do you see my hair, long and straight, always seeming to be flat and over oiled?

Or do you see my yellow undertone, hinting at some ancestral liver damage?

Tell me, what do you see?

Can you see past all of this and really look at me?

And see me as you, as us?

As one consciousness, created by Divine Intelligence for a divine purpose?

If you cannot see past the outward appearance, then my heart yearns that it be so.

So you can experience the fullness of the connection to Source,

Deeply.