Longing
Now I Know
That deep velvet longing
I have watched and sometimes enjoyed
as it flows through me,
invades me like a slow fever,
bombards me with instant pain,
abandons me as lovers do,
was the reward
signaling I was alive, human, me.
I try like a fresh baby does
as it seeks its mother's teat
to identify the source,
figure what would appease it
and then find it is without level.
No matter what solution I find
to quiet the golden-pain
I find something under it,
something calling, something more subtle
leading me below levels down into myself.
Like Rumi said,
"The longing you feel is the reward" -
So I take a breath, arch my back
and dive back into my self.
That deep velvet longing
I have watched and sometimes enjoyed
as it flows through me,
invades me like a slow fever,
bombards me with instant pain,
abandons me as lovers do,
was the reward
signaling I was alive, human, me.
I try like a fresh baby does
as it seeks its mother's teat
to identify the source,
figure what would appease it
and then find it is without level.
No matter what solution I find
to quiet the golden-pain
I find something under it,
something calling, something more subtle
leading me below levels down into myself.
Like Rumi said,
"The longing you feel is the reward" -
So I take a breath, arch my back
and dive back into my self.