“Eyes must be washed. Must see in a different way.”

I was filling up Issa’s water bucket in the bath. 

He started screaming: “It’s ending! It’s endiiiiiing!”

I was so confused…. “It’s filling up with water,” I kept telling him. 

“No, it’s endiiiiiing!”

I suddenly realized that he was talking about the empty space in the bucket — the air — not the water. 

What other ways of seeing the world have I taken for granted? 

What other wonders of the world do I miss every day, because of my assumptions? 

Even my perception is based on assumptions. 

As one of my favorite Persian poets, Sohrab Sepehri, wrote some six decades ago, 

«چشم‌ها را باید شست. 

جور دیگر باید دید.»

“Eyes must be washed. 

Must see in a different way.”