LunarCentaur

Eye, Consciousness and Feeling The Eye The Eye is coy. It observes the surrounding world in silence. It has power. It chooses what to see. It limits space; which is unlimited. The Eye has its own language: Image. Images travel through our dreams, painting our memories, talking to our souls. The Eye has senses. When the Eye meets red, I smell blood, death and wars. When the Eye sees yellow lying next to green, I am in a summer lemon garden. When the Eye comes to blue, I hear the rhythm of Blues songs harmonizes with the sound of waves. Because The Eye does not reflect the World. It establishes its own World. The Consciousness