Third Eye

My third eye,

has been plotting for ten years;

I don’t have any fears,

I see beyond this gekyum.

I don’t have any tears —

the first two dried up the well.

My zen mind has been on a high since it could think for itself;

there’s no need for a lotus,

no more secrets to keep.

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Although all things are confusing and contradictory,

there are glimpses and loopholes

in between propriety and society.

I feel pain —

the third sees it in a colour dully described as red.

The scars, bruises and blush,

spared by the pigment of my skin.

Despair drowned in the smoothness of my voice.

This pair is the window of my soul,

but the door opens and the words pour out.

~ Third Eye. An oeuvre by Saros Grey.