You are enveloped in me.
No stone unturned I flow
Through you and beyond.
Wind breaks upon the leaves
And all is still,
The moment waiting.
A bird is singing outside my window.
Clock ticking, what are we waiting for?
Could desire fill the cracks of silence
Between a tick and a tock?
Desire, desire for what?
The moment expecting.
Desire for pleasure?
Desire for redemption?
Desire for merely satisfying desire?
Reach inside me,
The breath thickens,
The moment desiring.
What do you want from me?
What do you want to know?
Why? Why? Why?
Why do I go astray?
Silence, waiting for an answer,
The moment dangling.
But I know the answer is in you,
A million ways within this moment,
Touch and sway and course and play.
You'll find it like a rhythm dancing,
Passion that makes life continuous,
The moment flying.
—okei
Ah-hhhh......the moment waiting, expecting, dangling....flying.......
ReplyDeleteIt is passion that makes aliveness continuous....lovely
Thank you Nancy! You said it exactly. :^)
ReplyDeleteThis was inspired by a very complicated thread on Cyn's site about what it means to let go of desire, desire being dependent on time and place, and finding passion.
Wow Okei! This is fabulous!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMarvelous... :-)))
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't mind me passing by. You write beautifully. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteOh, Enjoy!!! :^) I'm just heading out for the night. Delighted you liked this one! :^)
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome! You have many interesting and talented friends too.
ReplyDeleteYou captured a butterfly feeling very beautifully here!
ReplyDeleteCame back to one specific quote from the red book while reading this... "Selfish desire ultimately desires itself. You find yourself in your desire, so do not say that desire is in vain."