The Way of Closed Eyes

I don’t want to see the world anymore…

A first sound comes in humble harmony through my shallow consciousness. But why…? Why must those words, question by question are popping up out of nowhere.

I don’t want to see lie,

So I close my eyes….

I don’t want to see violence,

So I close my eyes….

I don’t want to see hatred,

So I close my eyes….

But then, I do know, if those everything I don’t want, then perhaps I don’t want to see the world itself.

Then again, I am the world, the all creation are me. If I don’t want to see the world perhaps I don’t want to see my own self. I’ve closed my eyes for myself.

Now, let me be honest, at least to myself.

Now, I lay down in some big strange empty space. Perhaps I’ve closed my eyes since I found something I dislike within, and reflected toward the world around me.

Perhaps there are lie, violence and hatred within me, in many ways so subtle, and all I can see only their reflection in my surrounding space. Within the gloomy atmosphere that trying to capture my very soul.

There is nothing I can do (yet), while on this path I closed my eyes, then I let stillness overflowing my existence, so I can see clearly what I truly am – just when this way of closed eyes end its’ path.