Through Child's Eyes

A certain feeling visits me today.I remember it from my childhood.It is the feeling of looking out on the world in silence,And seeing everything just how it appears, Without interpretation.And you would think that the sentimentWould be neutral, but it’s not.There is a warm and definite senseOf everything being just right,As if existence itselfHas a favorable opinion of itself.But strangely, it’s not perfect.The flaws are more pronounced.And that’s part of what makes it beautiful.And that makes me wonder If the things we think are rightAre not necessarily right.Perhaps reality is rightIf we see it through child’s eyes.And perhaps, the more we see it that wayThe more we’ll be in keepingWith the true perception,The rightest perception.Perhaps then, we’ll be less likelyTo try to force the world into the imageOf the thing we want it to be.And that seems right.