No Eyes are the Windows of the SOUL
No eyes no ears can see or hear God.
No serpent in the spine is spiritual.
Only a silly ghost can come out of that neurotic electrical feature. Ectoplasme.
No Lady, the END to all means.
No man a means to my vanity.
When you gaze into the eyes of others, you see your hatred for your own miserable self or the great enormous affection that you possess for your personal mortal penis !
Or maybe your spirit is free from dross. And therefore it’s the angels, fear you !
Ô man, what a little thing you are. And yet a god makes you into his demure. A place of his accomplishment. The reward of sincere hearts. The infinite Temple of Freedom, where even my loved ones, I do not adorn them !
Ô God wherefore art thou if not the mind in me that is. A curious fantasy. A quibble in the astral parking lot. A maple tree in the wind. Bare and with out leaves.
A naked girl that’s not coveted. Pure.
