Do the senses bind you?
Do the senses bind you to a point
That you are blind to you soul needs
That you understand but accept not
That you see but witness not
Seeing things as they are
Ain’t easy for anyone
The illusions lay as much
In front of the wise as they do for the fools
But the wise see with a sight
But the sight of the fool fights
Or races for the scene
Ending with no knowledge of use
What is it that the senses want
being bound to the objects around?
What is it that He who sees
Has not found in the senses abound?
Who is it that sees Him with heart?
Who is that ushers Him
Into the inside of your Home so clean
So unbound to the shine of the Sound!
Is it the sound of the soundless
Bound by the Silence alone.
The senses cease
Where He sees
And he sees as it is
As it is, unbound by senses, liberated
He sees the Home in where senses cease
In peace for the One
Whom the Seers see as the life sees!