Eye 3 (Prying it Open)

I thought I was blind.
In fact, I was sure I was blind.
I could see with my eyes, but not with my mind.
I swore I was blind.

When the light hit the Eye, I was shocked to see the world as it was.
Beautiful. Astonishingly beautiful.
Everything is filmed and unclear, but the colors are vivid enough for admiration.
Even from afar.

Through the crack, I gazed.
There was no society, no establishment, no trace of humanity.
Just nature, functioning together, working as one.
I saw the entire world moving together in unison,
the system of it all, the eternal circle,
the birth of a baby blue jay weighing the death of an elderly fox,
the way the sun shines just enough to make the grass grow,
the miracle of Sheer Coincidence as a base, allowing a great world to blossom from Chance.
I recognized the beauty inside myself, the pure, instinctual place I hold in this world,
and at that moment, I suddenly felt as I joined in the Movement of the World,
stepping through the crack, out of the cave,
settling into the grass in front of a great river, where a deer drinks across from me,
I crossed my legs, feeling it be the right position,
and ceased my marveling,
and I began my harmonization.

Life is a miracle.
Not a moment of it should be wasted.

The time in the cave, I cannot say was wasted time.
Had I found this place without that Great Journey, I would never see the world as I see it now.
The Eye would have never opened.
I would have never been free from the confines of Sanity.
No, I haven't wasted any of my time here.
Every moment I've spent has lead to this one, this one moment that allows me to finally understand why I am and love being alive.
This moment, teaching me the boxed ways of thinking my fellow humans indulge in from birth, and in many circumstances, die in; this moment, allowing me to see the world as God would see it; this moment, allowing me to unify with the many things that also live on this planet with us; this moment, allowing me to realize that time and limitations and boundaries are simply man-made; this moment, granting me the right to accept myself and the life that thrives from selfishness and thoughtless destruction around me.

This moment, the one that has pried my Third Eye open, so I may finally understand why I'm here and what my purpose is.

Words cannot describe the amount of Reconstruction this allows.