My Third Eye Makes Me ask it to

My third eye has wings,

It flies to inner places.

The view from where it dwells,

Is dark and has no faces.

My third eye sees with light,

That emanates from within my soul.

Eclipsing physical earthscapes,

As if its nature had a goal.

All the magic from its stare,

Evolving insight that is there.

My third eye rises and goes on wing,

I’m sure it is a natural thing.

But I think it knows not what to do.

My third eye makes me ask it to.

Take the time to look inside.

Directing your third eye,

On its sacred glide