I’ve been working on this one for a few days, hopefully I’ll have the recording done soon.
Sweet waves chased away temporarily,
Placed just out of sight like optic nerves,
Hidden inside my eyes.My Blind Spot is a gift,
A precious agony,
A terrible separation from my own preferred reality,
A holy darkness between lights,
But sight unseen, the light frightens me to the core,
Until a rain cloud forms over my head
and then it pours,
I’m searching and groping around in the rain
to find that door,
But what’s in store for the souldier and seer who
holds his own confusion so close and so dear?If he listens, he’ll hear,
And here is where his own light shines -
Softer and dimmer, but greater in kind.In mind, we all strive towards the design,
But ignorance always corrupts and maligns the signs, sent,
And we’re left to defend the Higher Sense
against bodily blindness and wicked intent.So I’m spending days to cultivate my intentions,
Straddling sentiments and Hot Buttered Blessings:
Drippin, Sizzling, Satisfying;
Elevating, Educating, Elucidating Everyone
with sunshine for the mind -Mindshine
