THE THIRD EYE

Sands of time sift through the retinas of life with the blue soul of every mind

Into the mind’s third eye through the door within the mind’s third soul

Within and through out the sand climbs down the stairs of each thought

Up into the sky of lunging swans of yesterday and today

Every molecule loses itself through the brain’s watchful eye of life

 

Pulsing, burning,

Growing, swirling,

Higher, hotter,

Brighter, longer

 

Long into the night of the soul’s heart of nothingness and mindfulness

With each strand of golden-sunlight hair of loveliness

Loveliness that sings with each lonely song with throbbing tension

And the broken heart keeps beating with love of immense feelings and life

Into the darkness of light, out of the burning fires of hell, all that lies above and below

 

Loving, beating,

Burning, melting,

Forever, lover,

Never, sever

 

As those sands of time sift, so do my sandals of worn destiny and decay

They keep on going through that bright spotlight of life’s stage

With all those who laugh and taunt at every corner of each heartbreak

Never to brake away from them, the destructors of heart felt smells

When all time is lost, I can turn to that golden-sunlight hair of loveliness

 

And I know this is all I need

Do they know what I am talking about?

Forgetting, deceiving,

Brooding, stealing

 

This is the end of this poem of which I have poured out my soul

Misunderstood, it might be, I know what I am, so I know what I write

Will this be the end, the sand of time will know

As it guides me through that place to sifted through life’s creator’s eye

The third eye will know.