Open your Grey eyes and hear the Love of the universe

Blindness is not black. It is a pleasant pale grey. The type of grey we paint Battleships as they sink with there cargo of lost souls below the grey Atlantic Ocean of human fear and greed. The colour of grey. a Zinc Diecast soldier before the paint of its country is applied by a foreign worker in a foreign land. 'Man has no greater Love than to lay down his life for his brother' cast on a posthumous Grey war medal on a German soldiers grey uniform crushed and displaced in the Grey earth on the Somme of our indifference
Blindness is grey a burst artery grey
I have seen it I have felt it. It makes a Popping sound as it goes.
I was told by a nurse at the side of a bed, perhaps one of thousands of grey beds, in thousands of grey hospitals around the world.
As we die each sense and faculty slowly closes down, in a fixed order, first the sight. the feeling in the limbs and the Heart stopping. But last to go is the hearing.
The first sence we have is hearing.
Floating in warm cosy liquid a baby is listening..
A baby in the Womb is comforted by the sound of it's mothers heart beat, then when she sings, the love song mothers sing to little unborn, waiting things. the wonderful noise of a universe beyond the first knowledge of that Love Universal.
Perhaps we hear the rhythm of wonder. The awesome Music of the spheres. as dieing we experience our rebirth. go beyond death.
Why see only grey when there are a million colours to see?
Hear only sadness when there is Joy?
The last event in your life. I hope, is to hear Someone saying "Don't worry" and the word 'Love'as the body turns a perfect soft grey! as you enter the real Light!
Namaste
Les