Purity of Desire

It’s a great tool, pure energy of desire

It does not seek to burn us in fire

Purity of desire is the call to expand

And not for seeking objects through demand

We meet, through the desire for the core

Where there isn’t space for more

Where everything melts into one

It’s beyond where it may have begun

Desire is the bridge to the mind

It holds secrets, but it isn’t unkind

The mind has stolen the bridge

Making itself an impassable ridge

The mind wields the brush of desire

We turn away and it paints the future as dire

Following purity of desire, we leave no tracks

The mind can’t bring us back for second acts