Our Non-Visual

By Granville (The Quo-et)

Living within this constant notion of transit

with possessions that by far would perish,

of wealth, of goals, of pains of bottled up tears and growing up fears.

Ow to them that seek and crave, lustfully more.

For who we choose to be or choose to become,

for in the end we're just walking

one another prayerfully, heads bowed sorrowfully and finally home.

For these bodies that are born to age and dust over time

have lived ignorantly over our non-visuals.

For its nothing these naked eyes could witness,

nor the strength of these hands could contain,

but yet the air these lungs would gasp for,

nor that any heart could contain.

As we sustain within the world of science and life,

with Beings scattered all around with lies and disguise.

Would we ever realise this notion of our non-visual sight of life?

Where one could differentiate Humans amongst Beings.

For the soul being immortal, the consciousness, the mind.

God the graceful, the spirit, the universe, the vibe.

The breath of pure air, the seasons, the moments.

Are our ritual non-visual sights of life.

Have we ever stopped to consume this beautiful transit notion?

By Granville (The Quo-et)