Intuitively Blind

Short yet concise, 
Breathed all through the norms,
Breathed all through the doubt,
Breathed all away till it came out of secularity,
This breath I speak of is only an extinguishment in presence,
Only to what converses me through my own assumption,
I bestow my wrath upon me ,
For I know not no intuition of any being other than me.

In others I seek,
And yet I mistaken each and the other,
My seek is only my imprisonment of me,
For I know no such truth that explains itself vividly,
So I broke the sought of my seek,
And remained me,
It was nevertheless a plea of silence,
Silence which floats above as below,
This empowerment of silence has subdued my ego,
And by such hands I shall no longer remain remembered,
I shall be here to witness the existence,
For I know that I’m only here to observe. 

Remember only that this text perpetuates you the will,
A will for no long, no short or no narrower path of an avert,
Gleam none’s journey,
Mistaken not your concern,
It’s only okay if it’s all gone through the dawn,
For let this reminder of your ego be,
That you’re only here to observe,
And your observation will only remain within your perceptive feelings,
And not your true one. 

-Othello D. Gomes