My Third Eye By Rey

My Third Eye I think of myself apart from this world A gift that is lost but easily can be found My words of wisdom comes from my heart The ideal spot that can wrench the soul I feel patient and I do wait for everything Time does not matter, to accept it, it is to be flawless Flawless is not a gift it is a curse Distribute your energy with your spirit Spread it so happiness may grow, enlighten yourself Objects are not needs it is not fulfillment It is a contest with mortal beings, what they want Think beyond share and become more The third eye can see the pains and sorrows of the world And your physical being can feel it, and it is afraid It is afraid to get scratched, it bleeds and it can die But your third eye is a way out of such things Feel the world around you; embrace it with your soul Your physical needs will be met by your mentality What has not been given is hope that you could have shared Third eye can also open to reach your spirit and soul Think beyond the physical boundaries of life Fulfillment shall be yours when your actions are true Brace for sadness in the physical realm Open up, and think if you can carry the objects that you worked dear for Through the gates of spatial laws of energy Enlighten comes so easy for some when they do not carry burdens Or objects that are not needs Success is just for the mortal realm, not the spiritual The third eye opens only to those who do not gather so much Needs are just met to its bare minimum Essentially this path is well balance and faith is strong My third eye opened, because I see so much I have And waste is lying around, the bare minimum I use a lot of things and it does not bring me to the present Think wisely a bare wall can be so much more But to change the bare wall gives no other thoughts Third Eye shows me when I was little what was most important Being held by my parents, eating by my brothers, smiles in the world Looking up into the sky, friends Nothing shows objects accept the food we eat and get clothes we wear Third Eye also funny, ask what was the need of clothes Then my physical self was laughing, almost scared silly What truth my Third Eye can see, only the needs of good health and company