When the eyes begin to clear
And the veil falls finally to the ground
What remains is a kind of bewilderment
Exquisite agony of clear seeing

The full extent of projection
The shock of seeing a world built upon falseness
The mass delusion of erroneous beliefs
And the madness of all conflict

Brings the seer to their knees in grief

Whilst with the same eyes
Such a beauty, a miracle, is witnessed
The light that is inside everything equally
Is realized fully
And all is experienced as perfect
Always was, always will be

The clear seer walks the earth
Heart broken and filled with joy
Grief stricken
Yet in limitless acceptance
Of all that is

There is no escaping duality
But depending on the depth of one’s seeing
One can allow it to be as it is
On ever more subtle yet profound levels.

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