May not be viewed directly from your eyes

The warmest of your being inside

Your existence is only temporally in your biological home

Once death come calling it is release to eternity

No need to look through window where no one is home

Beside who wants to visit an empty house?

Your interior designer went out for lunch

And you are left with a messy place with crap on the floor

I hope your home has clean windows

Too many are dirty and give mixed signals

I try to keep mine clean to who care to look

It works better that way as it should

Because it keep you out of trouble and it good for the soul

This is the path you should take until you are old

The windows to your soul is on your face

As viewed through your eyes as seen on your face

Because this energy that contain our consciousness or soul

Exist separate from the human matter

Software for the body

Without updates and revision