Of thinking
and believing
I have had enough.
Today, this glorious
morning,
the perceiver, and
the perceived
ARE ONE!
I pierce the mechanical
thinking beast
who feeds off
my wanting
and trying.
I am the help I have been dying for.
The feeling of longing,
I hold closer than
my breath
The feeling of pain,
I hold closer than
my breath.
Be with your longing
Don’t give it away.
Hold it close.
Close your authentic
self around
your longing.
Listen without
a need to hear.
A different sound within your voice,
calling.
It can be difficult.
But it feels right.
Don’t give your longing a face,
a name, a time
a place.
Be the longing
Be grateful.
Many, most have no
idea of what I speak of…
Something to have,
someone to hold.
A vision to entertain.
A dream upon the breeze.
Be the longing
don’t give it away.
It is you, your voice within,
calling, hold it close.
Be with your longing.
Close your authentic self
around your longing
Listen without
a need to hear.
Within your voice
a different sound calling.
Reach me perceiver.
Deep within, teach
the perceived.
Ahh, only fear dies!
Poem by Ray Songs (1995)