Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Eyes

In the moment of allness
There’s nothing to be said or done
It spins around itself
Pleasure Pain
And sheer strength

I give a world
Your twigs to sprout
You shapeless thing

Are you there before the moment
Have you seen before the eye

Can you fall into my empty hand
That knows of everything
Place and time
Your inside


Meryl said...

love this, Gilson.
You wrote (posted) this on the day I committed myself to love, once again. It is the strongest force I have ever felt.
God bless you, my friend, and you never cease to amaze me :-) Meryl

Gilson said...

Thank you very much, Meryl. It means a lot to me that you enjoyed the poem. I’m very happy for you, wishing you and yours the very best.