Sensitivity Poem by Robin Strand

I see your lies upon the core.
I feel the silence in your torment.
I see the blindness you suffer from.
I hear the echo of your reasoning,
So I laugh at your witty attempts.
I cackle at the absurd reflection of ladders.
The morbid assimilation of physicality
Amuses me.
As I see darkness strive for the Self
I laugh, and laugh, and laugh. HAHAHA.
For the final point of light
Will drown all engulfing darkness in
ILLUMINATION.

So I laugh, and laugh, HAHAHA.
I'll suffer some more, for fun.
I'll see some more, for love.
I'll hear some more of your bickering,
To let you know, I didn't have to.
Just so you might find, what I have found.

You know my name by confusion.
Yet I have never corrected you
You know your Self tru' illusion,
Yet you'll admit otherwise
When you watch the skies,
When you eat your platter,
When you serve your master.

Yeah, you know what I'm talking about,
Oh beautiful star, whom I'll always love.