Third Eye
In the dark room.
At 3:00 a.m.
The divine wind
of my soul
rose from my spine
to the gate
of my third eye.
Then,
my intuition
was born.
And everything
changed.
I realized
life
is a play.
And we
are merely
actors.
But if we
are the actors,
then who
is the audience?
Silence
gave no answer.
I looked deeply
into existence.
Life became
a great illusion.
I discovered
that I suffered
more in imagination
than in reality.
Then I gazed
into the darkness.
There was
no yesterday.
There was
no tomorrow.
There was only
now.
I traveled
across the world.
I met
many people.
And I saw
that we all
wear masks.
Rarely
do we reveal
our true faces.
After
my third eye
opened,
I chose
to become real.
Truth
became my path.
I learned
that love
is the enemy
of lies.
And man
is nothing
but fragments
of living energy.
Then I saw
many dimensions
of existence.
Every sunrise
became
a beginning.
Every sunset
became
a doorway
into another world.
Through
the third eye,
every soul
stood naked
before me.
Not in body,
but in character.
Not in appearance,
but in spirit.
Behind smiles,
I saw envy.
Behind praise,
I saw jealousy.
Behind silence,
I saw fear.
And behind
beautiful words,
I sometimes saw
thoughts
that could destroy.
Then I understood.
The greatest battles
are never fought
with weapons.
They are fought
within the mind
and the soul.
Once
the third eye
opens,
life
is never
the same.
For those
who have truly seen,
can never again
return
to blindness.
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