Where does it crouch and crowd
In the mind and body of a seven-year-old
The aspiration to see, be attracted, explore,
The figures, mere outlines, on a mag lore
A mere shape, a marker, and yet indicative,
Of a different entry to another intuitive
Desire to meet, to touch, to see, and know,
A sense of the strange, unfamiliar, unknown
Wanted, eagerly awaited, for an encounter.
The memory of a desire of 6 returning
At 62, almost at the other end of burning
The spectrum of conscious unfolding
Inviting to enter the origins, to understand,
The depth of desire nursing and murky
The unknown manifests in the now, lurking
The body and mind, the spirit and soul
In operation, seeking resolution, needing
Transcendence, a space within and without
In it and yet not of it, the desire for the other
A desire, named and tested, awaits
To vanish.
7/2/26
Tu mi ami.
Io ti amo.
Noi amiamo tutti gli altri.
Il mio amore viene da te ed è per te.
Senza il tuo amore, non sono niente.
Senza amore, la mia vita è vuota.
Con te, sono sempre felice.
28.1.26