I see differently, I feel deeply

I see
differently
I feel
deeply

When I meet you
I pay more mind
to the story behind your eyes
than the words
coming out of your mouth 

When I walk in the city
I see not people rushing,
but little energies,
either present 
or scattered

When I listen to music
I don’t vibe with merely a beat,
I notice the words that are shared
and the tunes 
behind the tunes

When I’m having dinner
it’s not only my taste pallet 
that’s being triggered.
I feel how the land of the crop 
has been treated,
if the animals
were praised or harmed
in the process

When I enter a house
I see no beautiful couch
or fancy marble kitchen;
I witness the type of fabric
of the pillows,
if the interior has been chosen
with personal care

When I listen to your story
I’m not impressed 
by your achievements
but by how much heart
you put into 
what you do 

There were times I wished
I was less sensitive,
less overwhelmed, even

I realize 
more and more
that I am both fiery like a mid-winter storm
and subtle like the smallest leaf
traveling down to earth
on the softest 
breeze

This is my world
This is my strength
This is my gift 

To see
differently
to feel
deeply

To not adjust my sensitivity
to the standards of the world
but to share 
my observations
my heart
my way of seeing
with the world 
around me