The Pull of Desire
The pull of desire
has always, before this
been met in one way
maybe two
but the choices were vast
innumerable
and mostly ignored
out of habit
or the closed forms
of thought running
in familiar channels
to inevitable ends. Desire can be met with laughter!
How has this been missed
all these decades?
Oh, the missed opportunities
of rolling with it
until it chortles no more.
How sweet the tones of each desire,
so wracked by the mirth
of seeing itself in action
spending itself, and
leaving as a smothered giggle. Or desire can be met with chasing!
in a grand game of hide and seek
by following its trail
to the underground beginnings
where the jewels of its satisfaction
lie dormant in the dark
dreaming of daylight
awaiting rescue
hoping for redemption. Desire can be met with joy!
as a signpost
a message from its own fulfillment
asking for a widening of vision
a loving embrace of both lack
and the fullness of completion
together creating the One:
That which has never fallen short
of wholeness and perfection,
never needed anything,
and never will.
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