Window

Windows,
Could it be so abstract?
The consciousness itself is one.
A window born with,
Shared between all classes of living things
Births of emotions
Flushing from weaved fate.

Enlightenment, a holy window
Containing deep wisdom
Lantern of understanding life
Appreciating life,
Caring and be humble
As a principle of a marked treasure map.

And yes, you could not leave out
The very window you are using--eyes
They gesture our mind
But yet they are our main input of scenery and beauty
Filtering our abhors
Look away they say, they take the lead
The leading window.

By 7 Spades