If I open the window to my soul would you look with eyes of compassion? Would you could you see without judgment or projection? Would you look to see what is authentically there, or would you have your own agenda? “Of course,” you say. “Show me what you got.”

Now, my dear, tell me what you saw. Did you see me? Or did you see your idea of me. Did you see to see or did you see to find an answer? Can you see me with your heart, see me with your soul, or does your mind take over and take control? I am here. I am open. Tell me what you see baby.