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.