In my weariness my senses stand out
Like echoes in a cavern of my alone-ness
And the echoes call me lonely
So that I want
I feed my sense with emotion and become drunk
Thirsty for a drink of water
The taste tickling my imagination
And so I desire
The fire burns like an itch I must scratch
So I search for the prettiest nails
To alleviate my suffering
And seeing, fall in love
But the love of the world doesn’t satisfy
It is like a mosquito bite that must be scratched again
Meddled with it needs more
Screaming for attention
The love of God rests in peace
True and everlasting, it is quiet and un-owned
No one can claim it
It is its own entity
We should be so blessed
Honored with its presence
That it might work through us
Breath through us
Not with our breath
But with the breath of the divine
Alive to life, dead to the world
This is love
Pure
Unadulterated love
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