Ancient longings well from the pool of my heart.
Designs of biology, rising in a wave of consciousness.
Enmeshed in my daily view of life, looking outward
for the form of these urgings.
But they are reflected from a deeper source;
finding no reconciliation in the moment.
Home is not the itch and burn of desire
and the frustration of the day.
They leave me empty, wanting more.
But more is not of the temporal,
and can never find satiation there.
Deeper, look, deeper search, inward spiraling
on the path of eternal turning,
on the winds of inner wisdom,
like a bird
migrating home.
Copyright Chandra 2002
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