the Seeker roams far and wide in futility until he
finds
the Key and opens the door to
Discover the journey has just
Begun as sight unfolds and
Beliefs are shed as
Sun-burnt skin revealing
Layer upon layer of organically
Unified Field.

To See is Both Beautiful and Horrible
This I have established beyond the shadow of doubt
Alas it is us that make it beautiful and horrible
But strangely its not our actions that make it such
It is our seeing
Because of this riddle we always assign blame to bombs
But isn't the problem that the concept exists at all?
Action follows vision, someone always sees it before it bursts
The world needs an anti-bomb concept

while sleeping, dreaming , after dreaming

pure Being aware

yet unaware perfectly blended

with Pulse of Nature

slowly aware slowly at first

Tension, 'I' is

Awake to problem, survival

I must I must I must

Animal tensions

emotion to thought feedback loops

Reality and Ideals are tensioning

Reality is sight ,Ideals are imagination

To achieve to see ideas manifest

Slowly at first tiring

concentrated energy released

Tiring

Drifting my mind wanders then

Next the twilight, sun setting

Goodbye light world, goodbye conscious imagery

Us being unaware

grants these beings great advantage

our attention is given unconsciously

At first symbols arise seemingly

As spirits and then

Thundering Gods!!

Their power to order sight

Fantastic

Summoned feelings and the

Flood gates opened

Now

Immersed in a landscape

Layer upon layer

Where can one's eye stand?

to see distinctly

To know

To look at and not see through these

Crystals

Listen