Third Eye Speaks…

Round and round… 

These times are bound for uplifting vibrations within crescent sound… 

Round and round… 

Life brings what we seek 

and from our third eye we speak 

To other dimensions that our eyes cannot yet see… 

Yet a part of us always knows there is so much more than just you and me… 

Supporting flux in motion… 

Our gaze is able to widen or narrow worlds… 

Have you ever pondered that notion? 

What if a single drop of thought could bring you closer to what you always sought? 

This is the world in which I swim.. 

Always seeking some deeper meaning in introspective reflection… 

My reflection is a kaleidoscope made up of your vibration… 

Our collectiveness brings the heart of the One toward hyper-expansion… 

It IS in This  moment that we have the choices spun at our feet.. 

Tell me… Are you starving your soul? 

Or Are you prepared to eat? 

I wonder how many will consciously understand me… 

It doesn’t really matter for subconsciously… we are all heading toward the place where 

all energies meet. 

Third eye speaks… 

Third eye speaks…

Encapsulate and walk with me please…

Written by Sepi Copyright (c) February 3, 2011

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This poem is intended to widen conciousnesses scope…

little do i know

of the little things..

losing touch with reality

somtimes brings a closer look at interdimensional

functionality..

a higher form of permanance of that which is true.

nothing here is real..

except the soul that is within me and you.

nothing lasts forever..

so it is truly the nothingness that does last forever..

because that which can be changed doesn’t truly exist…

its the deeper realms which interest me.. and

toward which i continue to persist..

some.. may feel this…

some.. may fear this…

and the words i speak..

we are all so fragile..

god-like..

glistening with incomprehensible mystique…

this is the way it is suppossed to be..

as there exists no other in this dimension..

the force which pulls us.. apart from our center..

is our other operating in another direction..

the lost souls are the ones with the most freedom..

because searching breeds continuous hope…

while the ones at the top..

with nothing more to gain..

become unconscious as if..

On

dope..

this is a poem intended to widen conciousnesses scope.

Written by Sepi (c) Copyright September 16, 2008