Love makes us blind, as the saying goes.
Like a blind man clutching at water
with a closed fist. Wondering why
he cannot seem to hold on.
He can feel the cool water
in the palm of his hand,
but he cannot see it
slipping through his fingers.

Sometimes Love
is just like this..
We feel it so deeply
that it makes us hold on
as tight as we can,
but our eyes remain closed
to the life
that is slipping through our fingers.

We all have to let go sometime,
that much is certain.
But sometimes we are forced to let go
long before we are ready.

Maybe that's why it hurts
so **** much
when we open our eyes.

Satori is a word that originates from Japan. It literally translates as 'awakening' and is used to describe a moment of 'sudden enlightenment'.
To attempt to understand this as an experience, try this:

Imagine your mind as being a glass prism situated behind your eyes.. It breaks up reality in a similar way to how a glass prism refracts light.

What goes in is pure and whole, but what comes out is broken and fractured. When the mind is active, what is received by the eyes is broken up into tiny little manageable pieces of information. Then for convenience, it will discard anything that it considers to be irrelevant, or 'not fitting' [what you already believe to be true].. Then your body will react according to that particular interpretation of reality. That's not to say the mind is bad or wrong, only that the mind does not see Truth, but only what it allows to be true..

When the mind falls silent the prism is removed, and you become just like a mirror. Light goes in through the eyes and your being will directly reflect what is being received.

See if you can catch the next time your mind goes silent. Be aware of the stillness it brings. Notice that the mind will want to judge it or describe it. If thoughts come, acknowledge them and let them be on their way. Just watch them. Treat them in a manner similar to watching clouds float through the sky. Stay with this feeling and remember it well.

For in that moment, all will be revealed.

'Home of the Brave and Land of the Free'
We're all locked up in a cage we can't see
There's no bars or doors, no whips and no chains
Just lines drawn on maps by our Kings and our Queens
They speak of the monsters who pose us a threat
So call forth the troops, our own army of death
But they won't send the king or his henchmen, oh no!
It's an army of 'G.I. Expendable Joes'!
For wars waged by governments who are so quick to blame
When a child stops to ask why their hands are bloodstained

A young girl waves at a man with a cane
The man rolls his eyes and thinks "Oh, not again."
He turns his nose up in the air
And with great conviction he declares;
'Now my child, there are people over hither
and you best believe that they're horrible sinners.
They've killed and they've maimed and you could be next,
because they all live their lives by some ridiculous text.'

The child looks up with innocent eyes, and
says to the man who seems quite frightened;
'That's horrible sir, but did you ever consider,
that the people you're killing are our brothers and sisters?'

But of course the man knows better than a child!
'So young and naïve.. ' he said with a smile.
'Protecting our country is what we must do,
To give a nice life to people like you.
If you think you know better, then tonight come for dinner,
and I'll tell you why we are justified killers!'

This man thinks he's allowed to decide
Between those who can live, and those who must die
With a bunch of lies used as a device
To have acts of violence decriminalised
She clenched her fist, feeling anger arise
So with a deep breath, she began her reply;

'Sir, I really don't mean to sound bitter
but you're starting to sound a little bit like ******.
As for the invite I'll have to decline,
'cause you're spinning web of poisonous lies.
I've talked to men like you before,
you seem to think you're above the law.
Every week there's more and more shady deals behind closed doors.
I know we give arms to those people we're fighting
To create the conditions to put them in blight,
Just to get an excuse to ignore Civil Rights,
With 'collateral damage' to do what we like.
The political class make us choose 'left or right',
But it's just a bad joke and pernicious punch line.
You aid the wolves who lurk in the shadows,
That prey on the people who're treated like cattle.
Herd them in and churn them out.
To line your pockets with fear and doubt!'

'I'll tell you a story of a man I once knew.
He went off to war to serve people like you.
But when he came back, he took his own life.
He blew out his brains with his own service rifle.
He was found by his wife who discovered a note.
A final goodbye, and on the inside he'd wrote;
"I've tried to go on, but it's how things must be.
I'll never forget all the horrors I've seen.
They're inside my head and they play on repeat,
And the thought of death only fills me with peace.
For my family, I'm sorry I couldn't be there
But don't cry for me, for I was already dead."
It's much harder now it's just me and my mother,
'cause the man in that story; that man was my father.'

The girl stopped to breathe for a moment or two
But she wouldn't stop there, not until she was through
With sadness and rage, her whole body shook
She continued her speech with a stamp of her foot;

'So don't you dare tell me that I am naïve!
I may be young, but I won't be deceived.
I once thought life was all about me,
and I fought with my friends cos we'd never agree.
I wanted mine and they wanted theirs,
But we all found some peace when we all chose to share.
There's a reason we get that feeling inside,
That tries to tell us that something's not right.
And it hurts to accept that for most of your life,
You pushed it aside just so you could get by.
But pain can manifest in you as something truly beautiful,
Just let it out and you will see,
The pain we hide can set us free.
I'm getting carried away here mister,
I have one last thing to say, so listen...'

The girl stood tall with eyes ablaze
And with the back of her hand, she wiped the tears from her face
The man tried to interject, but then finally she spoke again;

'The people of Earth will forever rebel,
If it's heaven for few, but for many it's hell.
We must move forward.. Even if we crawl!
Or why are we even here at all?'

The man looked down in disbelief
Such passion dwelled just underneath
He gathered himself and took a knee
When their eyes were level, he had to concede
'You're a clever girl and I've got to say,
I think you'll be a success one day.
And I'm sorry to hear of your loss, young lady
But I have to go 'cause there's cash to be made.'

There's a part of this story I've forgotten to mention
It's really quite simple, but please pay attention
We claim we want peace, but continue to fight
So there's got to be an alternative, right?

If we take what we've learnt then it could be applied
To try an idea that's been lost in time
Remove all the borders and what do you find?
One planet united, for all of mankind

Life itself is the greatest teacher I've found
Cos she always speaks Truth, but she won't speak aloud
And I'll never be sure if it was a dream
But I once heard her voice in a mountain stream
She spoke these words, so I wrote them down;
"Keep your head in the clouds and your feet on the ground."

In the stillness of the night
Resting gaze upon the moon
A quiet child wants to know
If I am I, then who are you?

Bustling streets murmur below
As people shuffle to-and-fro
With bleeding hearts and eyes shut tight
Afraid to let the world inside

Clouds float by in silver lines
Thoughts adrift inside my mind
Some are pleasant, others wild
But none will help the moon to glow