Open Your Eyes Poem by Mistica sol

At the end of night
a place beyond start

recurring like a sun rising
on eastern skyes.

Within a few glimpse of what we call time
a whole new awakening of
our spirits are flipped like a coin
they all come together
to reunite in a harmonic
- nirvana –
we can not see this right now
but a spark of the sensation has shown

eventhough our beiing on earth
is CoRrupted

If we can not see truly at all times,
we have still got the answers within.
In hurt and pain, times of threat we can still connect-
-The opposite way we live today-