Sunday, October 26, 2025

I am the Soul, eyes without a face*

 I am the Soul, eyes without a face*


The rich texture of nothing is what I feel

It enters me throughout and starts to congeal

I feel light entering my body, as it moves within

I have become the nothingness, no place to begin

But Now that I have became in the enlightened place

I look again within and see I have eyes without a face


Dom*Colucci 2011

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