You don’t need to imagine fear.
You won’t hear
The sound that you bear
In, around, and near.
That something here
Will be taken away into tear.
No, you won’t have to bear
The pain that you hear
With the blemishes and smear
That you have imagined around and near.
Just expose the fear,
Let the light pierce inside right here.
Again, the imagined sound that you hear
That valuable things will be taken away from near.
This sound itself is not near
But inside the smear
That you have smeared
Inside your being, all around, and near.
It’s just light and luminance, not a killer.
You need to expose all your fancies and fear,
Just now and right here.
It will only tell you how much can they bear
The weight you think they bear
Both in your pleasures and in fear.
Let the light alone tell you whether they are sheer or smear?
Joyfully expose your fear.
It’s light, the luminance, not a killer.
It’s like a mirror
For the view of the rear.
It’s there, not a terror,
To make you see whether
Things behind and inside are clear?
Because you do not see but imagine,
Hence you fear the smear
That bears the imagined pain and weight around and near.
Why don’t you see and hear
That the things and people you think are dear
Are the only ones who make you fear?
It’s nothing but smear
Inside and around you, layer after layer.
Not even single but in pairs and pairs.
You have imagined them to be dears.
You never hear
Them to clear
Whether they are sheer or smear?
Expose every bit of your being to the light, the luminance. It’s not a killer.
Even if it appears to you as a terror or thriller,
Is it really or a smear?
Like hallows, floaters, and glares,
All around the eyes but are the most near.
And you think it is the light which makes you fear
And taking away that you think is near,
The smear
That lays weight that you bear
Inside, around, and near.
Imagining them to be dear,
Whether or not they are sheer.
One thing that the smear imagines is that they are the only dear,
The only near.
But aren’t they the sour source of all your fear?
They are very near.
You don’t see them as a smear.
Take the light that shows their faces more clear,
Like hallows, floaters, and glares,
All around the eyes but are the most near.
Expose, expose, it’s the light waiting for you to jeer on smears and clear
All that you think is heavier,
Giving you smear,
Layer after layer,
Not single but in pair.
But you are the one who asks to secure,
Like one who’s immature,
Firmly holding fists
To secure that are near you think are dear.
But anyway, it’s the light, it will only illuminate them
And make it clear
That all your smear
Are the only things you bear
In, around, and all near.
All the blemishes and smear
Alone are that you all have here.
But you think changing gear
In all the fear to save the near that you think are dear
Will save something greater to make you bear,
Because you want to hear
From the dear
That you are the peer,
Worthy and seer.
Then why are they your fear
If they are the ones you expect to be dear
To hear you in their near?
Don’t hesitate, be open and clear.
It’s light, the illuminer, the winner, not a killer,
Right there, right here, everywhere,
Not near or dear but all in and throughout the entire sphere.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 2:13 AM UTC
You don’t need to imagine fear.
You won’t hear
The sound that you bear
In, around, and near.
That something here
Will be taken away into tear.
No, you won’t have to bear
The pain that you hear
With the blemishes and smear
That you have imagined around and near.
Just expose the fear,
Let the light pierce inside right here.
Again, the imagined sound that you hear
That valuable things will be taken away from near.
This sound itself is not near
But inside the smear
That you have smeared
Inside your being, all around, and near.
It’s just light and luminance, not a killer.
You need to expose all your fancies and fear,
Just now and right here.
It will only tell you how much can they bear
The weight you think they bear
Both in your pleasures and in fear.
Let the light alone tell you whether they are sheer or smear?
Joyfully expose your fear.
It’s light, the luminance, not a killer.
It’s like a mirror
For the view of the rear.
It’s there, not a terror,
To make you see whether
Things behind and inside are clear?
Because you do not see but imagine,
Hence you fear the smear
That bears the imagined pain and weight around and near.
Why don’t you see and hear
That the things and people you think are dear
Are the only ones who make you fear?
It’s nothing but smear
Inside and around you, layer after layer.
Not even single but in pairs and pairs.
You have imagined them to be dears.
You never hear
Them to clear
Whether they are sheer or smear?
Expose every bit of your being to the light, the luminance. It’s not a killer.
Even if it appears to you as a terror or thriller,
Is it really or a smear?
Like hallows, floaters, and glares,
All around the eyes but are the most near.
And you think it is the light which makes you fear
And taking away that you think is near,
The smear
That lays weight that you bear
Inside, around, and near.
Imagining them to be dear,
Whether or not they are sheer.
One thing that the smear imagines is that they are the only dear,
The only near.
But aren’t they the sour source of all your fear?
They are very near.
You don’t see them as a smear.
Take the light that shows their faces more clear,
Like hallows, floaters, and glares,
All around the eyes but are the most near.
Expose, expose, it’s the light waiting for you to jeer on smears and clear
All that you think is heavier,
Giving you smear,
Layer after layer,
Not single but in pair.
But you are the one who asks to secure,
Like one who’s immature,
Firmly holding fists
To secure that are near you think are dear.
But anyway, it’s the light, it will only illuminate them
And make it clear
That all your smear
Are the only things you bear
In, around, and all near.
All the blemishes and smear
Alone are that you all have here.
But you think changing gear
In all the fear to save the near that you think are dear
Will save something greater to make you bear,
Because you want to hear
From the dear
That you are the peer,
Worthy and seer.
Then why are they your fear
If they are the ones you expect to be dear
To hear you in their near?
Don’t hesitate, be open and clear.
It’s light, the illuminer, the winner, not a killer,
Right there, right here, everywhere,
Not near or dear but all in and throughout the entire sphere.
What you value it's you,, because what you value eats you