Bent eye

There is no such thing as nothing,
Everything is as it is.
I love to talk without talking,
I love to see with this bliss.

The sound of voice becomes amazing,
The sight of life a sight of dreams,
The touch of things feels overwhelming,
The smell of love, a silent kiss.

As I blend myself with you,
I can’t think about, I think along.
I lose the grasp from everything,
Everywhere, everytime, any day.

The way we do, the way me make,
The way we spare, the way we live.
We walk on the world,
And the world rolls under our feet.

My headache: the Truth, my dearest lie.
I follow my mind, I do not guide.
It shakes the surface around,
It changes, blurs, crystallizes.

And as I blend myself with you,
I hear the chant of your thoughts,
I glance there, light as air:
A flash of consciousness, and that’s enough.

From the corner of my bent eye,
I glimpse the answer.
I cannot tell, allowed only to remember,
I cannot tell what I have not seen.

JH 2002