Sixth (Es)Sense

Like me,  you will always sense, as most every one else does,  occurences out of the ordinary, like a slight, strange movement at the corner of your eye when you least expect it or in your unguarded moments.  A ghost?  There is a portal from which they come, where we can peep into the unknown.  After all, mystery always surrounds us.

 

 

It hits me between my eyes,

an eye wider in between.

 

In such collosal

depths the middle encloses

over yonder,

 

it is a vexation to my natural

grasps, yet the panorama of

enclaves of parallel lands is

seen per my self-same

 

senses and tenses all played

out in one swift moment in

"time;" I see my world with

my pair of round eyes as

equally round; squares over

 

it, other geometric

shapes in it and in fact around

everything. But with

the third eye is dispensed all

dimensions of form,

but only perfect harmony,

 

the absolute beauty like a

jigzaw puzzle pieced together,

as when our souls return to

their home, Paradise, and

leaving behind what we all

used to play with our

fantasies: Hell on Earth!

 

One Haiku, in passing (a butterfly poety in Japanese).

 

Two eyes have one left

a third rightly placed

midway it sees one naked

 

 

June 27, 2012

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