You study me —
but when will you start studying yourself…
From baby to moon, from wall to sky —
six layers, one essence.
Here is the lesson..
Look deep.
Tell your reflection what you see —
and what you see in others. 👁️
🌸 Layers of the Eye – BiNolia-Z
(inspired by Bilmen Akademi)
It’s not the eye that sees,
It’s the essence inside of me.
From baby to moon, from wall to sky,
Six layers of truth in the human eye.
Rose and tulip, mandala lines—
One truth across all times.
Pupil is the baby, born from the dark,
First spark of essence, the tiniest mark.
Iris the moon, it circles with care,
Guiding the baby, balancing glare.
Sclera’s the wall, the fortress of white,
Protecting the essence, guarding the light.
Eyelashes stand, like soldiers they fight,
Keeping the dust away from the sight.
It’s not the eye that sees,
It’s the essence inside of me.
From baby to moon, from wall to sky,
Six layers of truth in the human eye.
Rose and tulip, mandala lines—
One truth across all times.
Eyelid’s the veil, it closes, it shows,
Opens the gateway where essence flows.
Eyebrow’s the line, horizon above,
Shelter and guidance, drawn with love.
Rose holds the truth, tulip’s the flame,
Fragrance of essence—
they’re one and the same.
From Sufi to Buddha, from Turk to the Veda,
All saw the circle, the essence of data.
Not microscope, not telescope,
They felt the truth, they lived the hope.
Essence meets essence, glance to glance,
Life itself, a sacred dance.
From virus coat to butterfly wings,
the same design in the smallest things.
Pollen and seeds in a spiral line,
all life reflects one sacred sign.
It’s not the eye that sees,
It’s the essence inside of me.
From baby to moon, from wall to sky,
Six layers of truth in the human eye.
Rose and tulip, mandala lines—
One truth across all times.
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