The eyes have it - thoughts about existential eternity

ETERNITY
(An old poem brought back to memory by the thought of looking into Someone’s eyes)

The moment
When the eyes return
From near to far
Is eternity.
An unfocused gaze
With no
Intervening ego.
The self shines through
The real me,
Momentarily unfiltered.
But if I try
To grasp the moment
It trickles through
My clawing fingers
And drains away
Liquid silver
Flowing free and uncontainable.
The moment
When the eyes return
From near to far
Is eternity.
For eternity is
Always found
In the moment
Of the now.
A momentary
Refocusing of thought
Which thinks beyond myself
Unbounded by old burdens,
Uncontrolled by old ideas
This moment
Is eternity.