time to look

I liked to think that at the very core of our being, every one wants to be good; that every one wants that feeling that is sincere.
I liked to think that we are thoughtful and clever and unafraid of giving the world what we have to offer.
I wanted to talk like a story teller;
I wanted to speak like a saint,
convinced of this much: that everyone is writing their own characters and that
even if it doesn't, I must live as though every word of my story will eventually touch down.
Would that kith be your knowers-of-truth and kin, beholders of beauty.
Would that it were so:
you want to be the one who was known before all that was left of them was their words, worth the remembering,
because you took the care to be the way you wished to be remembered,
and unashamed even when misguided,
celebrated for your genuine self.
Focus your energy
do know tho-
you only know
what you'll see
when you take
the time to look.
Live in the landscape.