Sorry Eyes Poem by Kasia Fedyk

So what will become of you?
they use to ask
almost every time
I turned away
from that question

Sorry eyes they see
why such desperation to know
don't they believe
the Beloved's hands
have touched my heart
and I became empty to myself
I became no more

The oceans are what I have become
and the trees, the birds
and the fields
where the flowers grow
when he touches them with His Grace
how can I answer the curious mind
if they don't see

You may say
craziness has come
in a form of not knowing
and if you know not what do you become
you are all that is
and all that exists

Ask me again, try!

I will tell you in silence
where the Universe
comes together
in one
so I will tell you
it is Love that I am born in
it is love that I am
it is love that I have become
it is love that
my sorry eyes
Are

Can you understand
when it stands next to you
in a crowded room.

But of course
sorry eyes!