Poems of Beingness
The cravings of endless desire
I stand transfigured at a sliding door
comtemplating before my eyes
a lively green park.
Still I stand in empty tension
wanting nothing, needing nothing.
Knowing it.
But inside deep busy
endless desire craves
somthing to want
somthing to need.
Why can’t I be satisfied
with nothing to want
nothing to need?
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