Desire blooms out of season

Making longing deepen

Our feet can’t touch the floor

Where seeds of desire are kept in store

Branches of desire may be pruned

But the roots remain as a deep wound

When they flower, they draw awareness lower

We carry so many, we’re deluged in a shower

When desires become a forest

The mind will ignore cries for rest

There will always be some in bloom

It’s magical, how the mind has so much room

Desires have something to chase

Let them run, why keep pace?

Every moment, desires are seeded

Alertness keeps the mind freshly weeded