Monday, September 26, 2011

survival

Survival.
What is that?
Food, water, shelter.
The sum total of a life?
Its entirety?
If so, what is this longing?
This ache?
This yearning?

I am fed.
I have drink.
I have shelter.
Still I hunger.
"I have meat ye know not of."
My heart is growling.
Hungry to thrive.

1 comment:

Wind said...

Amen, my sweetest Love.
May you never hunger, may you never thirst, may all your deepest longings find that bliss which has no end.