The eyes of truth.
If we dared to go a little further
To actively be aware and observe ourself
Then dare to ask why.
to then look in the mirror
straight into the center of your eye
and realize,
that I am not I — this form, the body, the face, is not me.
me? well that exists somewhere deeper,
into and beyond the inner depths of those eyes
that feeling takes over
you feel a bit scared
a bit foolish
That this has been the truth all along
You were looking right at it
but you kept turning away
the rules the laws the structure
we conformed to,
all just a distraction
from the simplest truth
that you & me exist
In a space beyond our wildest dreams & imagination
that not one can write here in words.
something we all know & have within
but only some may have the courage to dive..
Right
into
those infinite eyes
And at last, give the ultimate permission
To
set
yourself
free.