JHem

Yearning branded it's mission: Needing you to avoid oblivion. Breathing in a life of craving. With a hand wet from all these tears, No longer able to hold on to you, Everything slipping so soon. Breathlessness giving into fear, Praying for lips to taste sweet honeydew, Dying into an aftertaste of the empty moon. My ears slapped by the wolf's howl, Waking me up from the dream, Back into my senses. To feel my full heart beating, Jumping high for the heavens, Revealing an unavoidable intimacy. "Isn't it a joy to feel so alive?" It's silence screamed.

Could you believe, All that noise, The minds buzz, Got "you" to look away? Like trying to swat a fly, No matter how swift, You could never catch up, To whom you may ask? Who you believe yourself to be, Who you think yourself to be, Could never comprehend, The mystery of "you." Let go, Simply know, This is death row, For the false show. No more enlightenment, No more unenlightenment, No more ground for a self to stand, No more fighting the ever present flow. Permission was never needed, To be just as you are, Innocent and pure, "Spirit."