Monday, April 21, 2014

desire

the old in me is dead
pure desire is left.

i cannot live without it.

the wheel is in my own hands
i see where desire has taken me

there is no map
but there is always a sense
of the right direction.

oh, yes.

now
i am turning it inward.

i trust it to lead me home,
continually,
without end.

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