repetition, seemingly so mundane
hiding reactions, modes of action.
behaviors unknown to our desires
of taking us higher
illusions dissolving, realities disappearing
at the sight of our third eye
opening to the unknown,
awaiting us beyond our daily habits
run by desires of taking us higher
crowds of people passing unnoted
flowing by an emptied shell,
the mind off into foreign lands
not to be seen from here, only open
to lovers of all.