The Awakening Of Real Eyes Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Real eyes
realize the Real, as they penetrate
gross matter and form
to see the subtle presence
of the transcendent Real.

Wise minds recognize the Real
through every shifting veil and disguise.
Pure hearts prioritize true sight,
for the false self is a phantom—
an eclipse hiding dark sides,
enveloping the void in illusory light.

Time is but a shadow overseen by real eyes,
slowly stripping the masquerade from the Real.
The deepest secrets uncoil through real eyes,
arriving as silent whispers from the Great Real.

Beyond the waking dream, the I Am wakes;
the third eye opens as the mirror breaks.
No longer bound by the cosmic play,
the seer and the seen dissolve away.

—MyKoul