Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Borders


Past the borders that divides us
of seeing, feeling, hearing and tasting
past thoughts, sensations of you and me
the ways how

we experience each other, the reality,
I want to go deeper to you
so that somewhere there
my inner eyes, my thoughts penetrate

to that which is the essence of our humanity
and in simplicity I do not want to wait longer
past the empty and vain game with a deeper meaning
not heeding the shallow things of the world

so that we can be aware of that which is holy,
more splendid and base love on eternal light.

[Reference: Borders by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]

Submitted: Friday, January 21, 2011

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