About ONLY THE EYE

Not everything was erased.

Only what wasn’t meant to remain.

Some things stayed.

Not because they should,

but because they couldn’t leave.

A mark.

A crossing.

A moment where everything meets.

Nothing remains as it was.

And still,

something does.

The entrance is there.

It always was.

From here,

not everything opens.

The key is the same.

And still,

not everyone enters.

Some never understand

it was never the key.

Only the eye.

Between light and shadow,

something takes form.

Not what it was,

but what stayed.

From here, not  everything should be opened.

If something in you already knows,

this is only the first gesture.