Shy Gnosis

I gladly mine
The eye of your eyes,
Share the wordy burden
Of too much sight.

In my flesh world
Sight is every pore.
Let’s pipe the joyful load
Into our quarks

Where every move
Is a moving eye
Mistaken for a heart,
A heart for shy,

A priori.

2013

One Response to “Shy Gnosis”

  1. eduardo says:

    Love, especially, the first quatrain. The first two lines evokes Meister Eckhart’s, “The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me.”

Leave a Reply