The glowing core

The eyes are the window, through which we reveal all
The eyes are the door, to enter or exit as we please
The eyes tell the tale, no matter how big or small
The eyes observe and process, with incredible ease

We see the joy or we wish that certain vision to go
The sensations and feelings are absorbed all the time
To make us feel and break in order to feel and grow
Therefore they can't be ignored so just say: "They are mine"

Seeing the world from a certain level and height
But feeling what we see, shows a different detector
The higher energy is at work as our hearts become our sight
As the world thinks our behaviour is our only projector

The sensation so present, whether it's good or bad
Suddenly the eyes aren't everything as the core is at work
The glowing of the heart, whilst feeling so sad
Shutting off all senses and still that voice is going berserk

Nothing else matters because it's just one feeling that's important
Not listening to bad thoughts or seeing an ugly reflection
The grieving inside as the rising and falling is somehow constant
Looking up and looking down meant there was always an objection

Reality of the sight and rationality of that thought
Instantly two feet are forced to be placed on the ground
Appreciating the visions as they are what was sought
Loving the strength to ignore that voice as the music drowns out her sound..