Eyewake in the looms wonder, lost in a Myst of Illusion. Stepping out of the womb 3 eyes open.
Eye, seen two steps of the heavens beaneth the blades of grass, in the still ponds listening to glistening silence, scientific breathe, lights spectacular.
Eye reach for the lotus that blooms under the midnight skies to witness reflections of the Sun...being born of sheltered darkness.
Eye seen I in eyes of the mirrors spirit that taught duality of the transparencies, only telepathy can fathom...