The inner eye held up high
Throw your gift into the sky
Let it all come down again
No more pain, only rain
Tears of joy to start again
Inner ear filled with fear
Cry and weep from all you hear
Call it laughter, call it shame
Drumming on the window pane
Let it return from whence it came.
Upper mind oh so kind
To all the world you are so blind
Now there’s a flower you’ll applaud
Come and reap your own reward
Take a bow unto the lord
Wicked mouth, elongated tongue
Eating all ‘fore it’s begun
A bowl so filled with sweet delight
A coloured treat to blow your sight
Can even taste it through the night.
And thus the nose; the one who knows
Two nostrils there to seek the rose
And there’s the breath to hum the sound
A note so loud it cant be found
Unless you plug it in the ground.
And all around is all I touch
That flies within the face of much
That can’t be found and can’t be seen
I didn’t mean to sound so mean
Not all the colours here are green.
We are way more that we think we are. We are divine spiritual beings, little cells of the creator.
Within the seed is a mighty tree, yet all we see is the seed. Soon we will all see feel hear taste and touch through our natural and divine higher senses