11/27/11

Wanting What I Am


This is not dry, barren
or indifferent,
unless it is..

This is also bone-crushing,
tidal waving desire.

Storms of want,
raining in torrents,
mysterious, wonderful, amazing
shocks of feeling,
dragging us, dumbstruck,
into the well.

Walking in the desert for so long,
it is tempting to miss the water,
to forget to drink.

Diving deep,
travelling down,
into the beginning
of nothing,
up is down,
out is in,
body breaking,
tears pouring,
earth splitting,
quaking open,
and nobody cares
what happens
next
because
there is
only
the
dissolving
into

thisverynow

containing absolutely
everything and anything
we never knew we wanted.

Self,
the origin and
fulfillment of every
imaginable yearning,
the balm for every
hurt, the silent answer
to every question.

A wildly precious
offering,
this is what Love
gives to Itself.


The desert can be beautiful.

So can a hurricane.






4 comments:

Danyl Jaackyfe said...

Beautiful

Mary said...

Thank you much, Danyl. I'm glad you visited. :-)

Maury Lee said...

Well said.

Mary said...

Thank you Maury. :-)