One For The Book
Doors open to a realm so familiar and mysterious, that we find ourselves drawn.
Absorbed by time as our mind ticks away in wonder.
Slowly a language unfolds... pushing experience to touch all senses of possibilities...
But of the MIND
Here, rests that silent reality at play,
Where no malice may taint... What IS
Some say the eyes say enough
That through them souls meet and all secrets are revealed
Who are these brave souls that taste the true essence of life?
To taste that tinge of sweet and thus be savored....
Bold to admit to a moments reality and be kept silent....
Leaving it needless to be owned.
Is this a test of will?
Which strengthens to keep the better things left unspoken?
So that pure bliss finds no end.
As the mind, has none.