windows of opportunity

Eyes open, two windows of opportunity ~ allow conscious awakening.
The lids drawn as the reality shades of my mentality;
Rendered speechless out of nightly forsaking upon being drawn wide.
Splitting my metaphysical world into a valley with two sides ~ one green other blue;
Way too physically, eye portals open;
Attacked by light, an inflow of energy.
First blinding, and then offering ability of sight;
The valley can thrive.
It can.
The light~water rushing forth, nourish my soul seed;
Activating the still mind, captivating the mindless spirit;
And for a faithless moment, this is
All I see.
But gradually centering;
I fall back crutchless into the blossoming me
~ embrace, embrace, embrace.

Like the changing of season
From winter into spring, rose colored reasons stirring
The chilled peacefulness of the snow capped valley hills;
As the living creatures burrow still deeper;
This slumber, this worldly sleep;
An enigmatic part of what allows us all to be.
Just be.

The valley that doesn’t exist outside of our own eyes;
But only within the personal color that circles our mind’s moons;
Telling us there is life, and as the eyes open;
Clouds parting from over the nature of our season;
New spring of intense light, the first warmth
Since the time frozen slumber, a welcoming morph
From serenity into necessity of chaos;
Chaotic dispositions looking to swirl together into a unified mysticism.

Detached from the material, landscape of the ethereal;
Looking upon with spring seasoned eyes;
The valley where different windows share
Insights into each other’s inner nature.
Not eyes to see;
But eyes of opportunity.
We communicate;
We elate;
And together we create
Visions using light
To elaborate upon the meaning
Of our windows.