How the poem opens the third eye

Alone now in silence
Oh how I love it
The silence is whispering the
Secrets of the universe in my ear
Showing worlds with in worlds all with in and around me, my mirror
I have made it my new home
Like that to a bee and it’s sweet honey comb
I only come back temporarily to the land of
The mortals to share my discoveries
That is given to me by my teachers from the Pleiades
Planting seeds and mysterious keys
Working to make my light so bright
That it will highlight all I write
To your soul I invite
To remind you of our birthright
That we are all dynamite
For others to find their own path back to immortality
Contrary to what you might think in actuality
Duality is not your reality
Did you know to our friends from the stars they see it as an abnormality?
But I do advise you to thank it for it’s
Hospitality it did do the best it could after all
Oh and thank it for teaching you about sensuality and sexuality
I tell you this just in case you’re wondering
Why I am mostly on auto pilot when others and you
See me in person.
Well now you know
I am not from here
And neither are you
I am like the faeries who dance and
Sing elaborately when your back is turned
And eyes look away.
But when you do look
You do not, will not see
As you must first be in glee
For only one of the innocence of a child will agree
They understand and are wise enough not to judge what it be.
If you wish to come along
You must first believe one impossible thing a day
And learn to ride on a sun ray
Lest your mind sway and lead you astray
I see myself like a rainbow colored waterfall
To try to remember everything is way too much to recall
Bursting with creative unlimited fundamental potential
That is essential to finding your credential
Now you try
With nothing but a pen in hand and blank sheets of
Paper I am content
As I dream about all the lovely poems that will fill this book
What will I fill in these pages I wonder?
As my mind begins to wander and ponder
And search asunder
My spirits truth not my truth I must plunder
I know definitely I will fill these pages with
Magic, intrigue, sometimes fatigue, and lots of queries
Mine and others furies and the core of
Life what it means to be human
I will write about my past pain and heartache
That helped me understand why others in love were so fake
And so easy let their heart break
Oh sweet book of blank pages I will use you
To catch my emotional vomit
Only in a poem am I aloud to truly be honest
It will not judge me or say I am doing this wrong
Or I can not say that
I can write anything I want
However I want
I am the Queen and the words are my faithful subjects
I am free to be myself
My feelings and thoughts get to come off the dusty shelf
Here where there are no rules
I make them then break them
Ha in my world there is no wrong
Here everything has a belong
No corrections just truth resurrections
Where I am free to write core of love
I speak and write my truth
It holds me in my youth
Speak of the moment
Of how I see it at this time
Oh isn’t it sublime to be free to rhyme
Then next time have a
Completely different view
With new eyes and a new truce
New taboos, new avenues
A new rendezvous

By Jessica Schab