The Eternal Pursuit of Happiness

Craving

After the first breath

The desire, the need for food

To be held, embraced

Hugged back into the warmth of the body

The whole of life, craving

Seeking that from which we were withdrawn

And that which is new

To crawl, walk, talk

Fed, to feed, on our own

Never, no, never are we free

Of craving, of desire

Food, yes, the necessity,  food, the delight

The special, the taste sublime

The physical, always we crave

Someone to nurture, to hold, to cuddle us

No matter what age

So often so misunderstood, misaligned

Targeting the wrong desire

The most essential, the most needed

Blinded by the irrational

Fighting for a rational mind

So easily hiding it, biding another

So many, so far from the womb

So far from the touch of gentleness

That destruction becomes the lust

The seed to destroy, not grow, not fertilize

The need, the beating of the heart

Better to stop it, than not find the mother

Norishment calls again and again

the mother father in all,

 male female one

loves, nurtures

All we imbibe, physical, mental, moral

Seeks only to wake to life

To find the holy womb

Of our eternal child

Until it quiets in natural sleep

In natural quiet

In natural birth

In natural death

Reflections on thoughts that were clearer at 3 am last night

12/25/2017

Desires, watercolor @1975, So. Russell St., Beacon Hill