mystical eye

THE MYSTICAL EYE You see a ripe fruit falling off a tree and your heart grieves – you say, it is a separation from the source. a child parting with a mother - you say it is the end of laughter – but the fruit can tell you if you ask – she will say, why grieve my friend? why grieve? this is not the end. for the physical eye this can be separation - for the mystical eye this is liberation. only by letting go, only by falling, I touch my perfection. only by dissolving I reach my destination.