Perception

Perception filters through a silent buffer

From within, where awareness cannot suffer

Isolation, amidst the mind’s plenty

The mind drains the power of perception empty

We can’t perceive the center, of perception

It isn’t hiding through a deception

Its eyes are not pointed back at itself

The true seer lives as the merry self

Rich with the innocence of pure perception

Welcoming everything without exception

For a passing examination by the witness

Whose only allegiance is stillness

The power of perception, a treasured asset

Perhaps the elusive self’s silhouette

When there is nothing behind, not even light

Perception lights up like a blinding floodlight