Each asks for what he wants most from You
Wealth riches, name and fame
Gifts of the gross
Important to the one who seeks them
For the moment
Transient as ever
I ask you of yourself
How greedy can I get?
When your words no longer suffice
You form no longer can quench that thirst for more
Deep within
I seek as a moth rushes to the flame
For blissful oblivion
A ‘dissolution’ of sorts
To remain in the union that always is
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4 comments:
a way to eternity, dissoloution of layers to unveil the Real-- beautifully flowing as poem!
Dear Merging Point,
Thank you~
simple and profound kitchenette soul.
Dear Fruitu,
Thank you,
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