36th contemplation of desire 6/29/16

For some, desire is as common in the mind-medium

as occurrence is,

as chemistry between two people is,

as all things with handles are,

or as subtle as composing a propositional koan

to puzzle the day.

We attempt to make this kind of inner reflection 

intercedably subjective,

in a similar way as a puppeteer shills puppetry talk.

We make the desire experience seem veiled

behind the liquid of prominent sensing,

endlessly pouring over the surface-consciousness

of our being.

We make formal thought appear as walls,

plastered in frozen frames,

and memory as a slow patience of a fragrance

to the edges just outside of personal time.

Desire is potentially a remake of our entirety,

feeding us a new form of self-interval,

just short of one eternity life of our being.

Desire is the river's bottom

always pledging solid steadfast assistance,

this as the hidden side of life force,

seldom sighted

but none the less honoring the float of our icons,

which eventually beach,

laden with meaning or relevance

and then somehow onto dust.

Where in this process, this migration,

is the heart, desires' deeds do not fully serve?

Desire celebrates "new instigation as a need,"

then desire becomes the seepage of joy

as an "expression of being."

For without desire,

we seem quite heartless . . .