My Sole Desire

The desire for desirelessness 

Is the very essence of desire,

Wanting that which is sorely wanting,

That which is purely an ideal

In place of a cigarette, a cup

Or two of Joe, a glass, or three, of wine,

A woman, lithe, winsome, desirous

Of only you (except for perhaps me),

A career full of promise and glory,

A life free of suffering’s senseless pain.

But aversion of aversion, of hate,

Is not the same as wanting no desires;

It is the desire to avoid that which 

We need to meet head on with open hearts

And minds firmly set on thoughts worthy of 

Thinking, images worth imagining,

Songs worthy of singing, wrongs worth righting.

When we come to stand on our own two feet

We can then learn to dance the dance of love

Rather than the old, tired war dance of hate,

To embrace the all in love’s sinewy 

Yet supple arms, carrying the wisdom

To care for others as our soul desire.

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