Beyond, beyond.

Craving the feeling of seeing beyond.

Beyond the darkness.

Beyond beyond.

I'm open.

I'm seeking.

I'm searching for truth.

The truth has been seeking me since my youth.

What’s the use of the sight inside the eye of my mind,

if I can’t see behind —

behind the darkness,

behind the behind?

Blindness has befallen before me in beautiful colours,

layers upon layers,

laying over each other.

Shards dispersed from what once was whole.

An ominous light that lived long ago

lives on in us now.

If only I could let it show —

let that glow shine through.

I see it behind my eyelids,

where the light shines blue —

emerald and violet,

with an ultra-ray hue.

Visions forming shapes,

geometrically true.

Dimensional shifts leave me still,

but still travelling further,

unto ultimate truth —

where truth is existence,

living within non-existence.

Mind bending sideways,

upways, and downaways.

But still...

Craving the feeling of seeing beyond.

Beyond the darkness.

Beyond beyond.