It’s all in the eyeballs
The portals to the soul
Each instinct to blink
As new as is old

It’s all of the soul
These captors of light
The Ra of the Dawn
The Osiris of Sight

They are our Book of the Dead
Stars nuzzled in the craters of our head
These faces pockets for the moons
Reflecting the harvest of our truths

And it’s all in the visions our eyes learn to seek
All mirages tell stories if we listen long enough to hear them speak
Of…
Stories of Eden
& Stories of Worth
Stories of Grief and Unending Birth

And Truth is in Thought
And Thought is in Vision: the transformation of light into optic nerve image

Imagine that! Imagine the results!...
Of all we perceive transformed to impulse!

So…
If you are what you eat
Then you are how you see
For the eyes are the teeth that chew and digest memory...

*Blink*

*Blink*

*Blink*

And it’s not that our eyelids are hurried…
No, every 4 seconds is just enough.
Enough time to fall asleep again & again...
And enough time to then wake up!

For when we close our eyes to one world,
We wake up in another.
The dreamworld where our hopes and fears unfurl
Where future visions are discovered.

So snug in the blankets
To dreams we awake
On the playground of shadows
The labyrinth of our fate

An altar for our subconscious
Our taming of the shrew
Where time melts to oblivion...
In the cauldron of the third eye’s brew

The Potion of Vision
Is our Incantation
Infused with the Wisdom
Of our Intuition…

~Murry Eyeball
@eyeblinktherefore