Dark breeds sight.
Strange sight.
For in the dark,
the mind opens like a night blooming flower,
drinking in the truths
that laugh at your precious logic,
that dance past your rational mind.
Truth steps in through the cracks of
conventional thinking
It does.
And then breaks it wide open.
Look at that now.
A crow pulling a cart.
Logic in despair,
But you are nodding in bliss.
You are seeing it clear as day,
In the darkness of your mind’s eye.
Brave soul,
Maa DhumaVati Blesses.
The doors of perception,
cracked open.
There is no closing them now.
No closing them now!
𝗠𝗮𝗮 𝗗𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗩𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗿 𝗝𝗼𝘆
