Desire
Riding the unschooled dancing
crest of desire,
Life beckoned with nature's
demonic power,
Painting cosmos with sanguine
colors,
Making breath gallop to a tune.
Desire is the white horse waiting
in the wings,
For mind to approve the experience,
Before its charged eagerness
and energy to run turns to light.
Thought and action occupy front-stage,
desire works from behind the curtain.
The compelling and mysterious
force of desire
Is a form of motivation and
energy,
In resonance with our basic
emotions,
A vehicle of many human expressions.
But desire by itself is blind,
A subliminal force without ideas,
Unsupported by the architecture
of mind,
It is just a stream of energy.
You can not desire what you do
not desire,
Nature and experience have cast
their design,
To make each man unique,
And each desire special.
To believe in something is ultimately
to desire it,
But every culture has its own
agenda.
The repressed or mangled desire
Is the stiflement of life.
Buddha said that desire is the
root of all unhappiness,
Can we dispense with it?
No, because it is the root of
energy,
The fuel of existence.
To desire the right desires
Is the basis of reasoned life.