There comes a time when the senses freeze,
And the winters don’t seem to come to an end...
One feels all that is not to be felt,
Everything one hears is difficult to comprehend...
The blizzard fans the fire,
The ashes of the burnt and the burning fly...
It spreads uncontrolled...swallows the forests,
Unharmed by the water, the winter fire refuses to die...
Heavy hearts, frozen within...
Warmth of the blood gives a last try...
The icy air fills the lungs...
Comes back to life, the Wise Eye...
The world so crowded and noisy...
The souls so cold and crazy...
“It’s dead, the world...”, says the Eye...
“It was a different world, when I last waved a goodbye...”
It sees the unseen and spots the living...
It opens so wide that it finds the meaning...
It never misses a detail even when it stays closed...
It finds the Soul...bright and glowing...
The Eye to a New World has opened for good...
The Vision is back and is all understood...
It would die not and would let not die...
Hidden from the blind...sees it all... The Eye...
