Eye of my Eyes,

Opened to lay my eyes upon the scales of stillness,

Still of quiet to listen for the choir of silent indigo,

Touching its hums in the chambers of my soul, 

Each note a vibe that drives of healing, a cymatic dance echoing peace.

As a tuning fork attuned to the universe, 

I discover a truth eternal; 

That healing is not an act but a resonance, 

A sacred symphony playing within the sanctum of my being.

Opening to the nameless and endless, 

I merge and urge the flow of the cosmos, 

Becoming a bowl through which the endless song sings and pours, 

Forged in its ocean waves of melodies.

With each breath of awareness, 

A new note of freedom inspires me, 

Inspiring all that receives me, echoing for all in awe, 

Weaved into the music of the mass.

In the realm of breath and tune, 

I ascend to lift the veil of illusion, 

Like a crescendo rising in a celestial chorus, 

Revealing the harmony hidden within and without.

Each act of my self-liberation, 

Turns a key in the locks of countless others, 

Illuminating paths, not solely for my solitary journey but for the whole.

Echoing through the corridors of existence, 

A truth resounds from my core: to heal myself is to heal the world, 

In the Lunyelah of life, 

Where each chord I strike reverberates in the hearts of all.

And so, Eye am the watcher and the whisper, the tale and the teller,
The Eye that sees beyond sight, reaching into the essence,
The space of after and before, where all is still and stirring,
Silent and spoken, the bridge spanning the chasm of the known and the unknown.

Eyes of my Eye, to clairsee Eye anew, 

Looking beyond my sight of before to now of after, 

In the symphony of healing, 

Where every note I sing is a step towards the liberation of all.