Unblinking Third Eye
Magnetic connect,
select and effect,
as of heart’s yearning
and desires burning.
Vibrational touch
sans mind’s thought flow crutch,
enabled by grace,
pierces veil of space.
No jigsaw puzzles
mire, as love nuzzles
core of our being,
for direct seeing.
Yet it’s all in vain,
since boon becomes bane.
Why’d we wish to see
lust, pride and envy?
Each realm or domain,
in timeless time’s slain,
being but desire,
of our heart afire.
Mind, body, third eye;
they all make soul sigh,
for we’re now weary
of thought forms dreary.
Every instrument
must be decadent
to secure release,
that we flow with ease.
Source of every thought
is ego begot
or desire of soul,
wishing to feel whole.
Thus, when we let go
of this dream world’s flow,
as our soul’s end game,
we become the flame.
04-July-2022
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