Sanat

The orange on the counter is a planet made of light
The rain against the window is a symphony in flight
The woman on the corner with the groceries in her hand
Is a sovereign universe I'll never understand

I used to rush through mornings like a commuter through a gate
Now I stand inside the doorway and I let the wonder wait
The steam curls from the kettle like a question with no end
And every cup of ordinary is a masterpiece I tend

What if nothing here is boring?
What if everything is new?

I see with newborn eyes
Every surface is a surprise
The ordinary just cracked open wide
And the sacred poured outside
I see with newborn eyes
No memory to summarize
Just the raw, unfiltered fact
That the world is giving everything it has, and it wants nothing back

My neighbor's laugh through paper walls - a hymn I never chose
The weight of my own body when I stand up on my toes
The way the evening softens every edge the day has drawn
This is not the world I left - this is the world that's always on

What if wonder is not childish?
What if wonder is the truth?

I see with newborn eyes
Every surface is a surprise
The ordinary just cracked open wide
And the sacred poured outside
I see with newborn eyes
No memory to summarize
Just the raw, unfiltered fact
That the world is giving everything it has, and it wants nothing back

Not innocence - presence
Not naivety - attention
The baby sees because it has no opinion yet
And I am learning, learning, learning to forget

Everything is first, everything is new
The light, the dust, the cracks -
I'm seeing, I'm seeing all of you