WHAT YOU SEE; WHAT I SEE

I look at what you look at, but I see not what you see. 

I hear what you hear, but I listen not to what you listen. 

I eat what you eat, but I taste not what you taste. 

I smell what you smell, but I sense not what you sense. 

I touch what you touch, but I feel not what you feel. 

I breath what you breath, but you live not what I live. 

The common becomes the secret. 

Purity to the work of many thoughts, but one hand. 

          The hidden marks revealed only to the searching eye. 

A flame beating upon the frailty in the essence of meaning. 

-Krys Cebe