Bright Mystery

[rowens]

Bright Mystery

A bat is not blind
wings don't fly
You understanding

All eyes are one eye
flying you
And you know nothing

See all ornaments 
off the tree
and walk over them

Not a single Bridge
Seeds roots eggs
Wind is a costume

A fish breathes water
flies walk air
People die knowing

[tun]

In this one you better watch out because there is strictness and fallibilty.

[rowens]

It, that is It, is the very Perception of Reality. The Summit and the Whole of any System and any Vision of Reality. And the Secret Chiefs, or Cosmic Bookers, have booked me and It as rivals. This duality is what keeps the world of appearances going. But never take for granted that this rivalry is just for poetic enthusiasm. It's real.