Thirst

My thirst is a tribute to the river. My ardent thirst beckons me to the river from which I have come. I long to be absorbed once again in that vast river out of which I have emerged. I thirst to return.

I was born with the natural desire to return to the river that flows through all things. Culture has cloaked that ardent desire, made it hidden and contained. Diversions such as possessing, fear and hoarding have dulled my expression of longing and desire. The thirst has been thwarted by my cultural accommodations.

I am slowly learning to thirst and return to give tribute to the river of existence. I am gradually unlearning much of what I have so passively been taught. I am ignoring the conceptual limits of a learned reality.

My natural thirst is for the ultimate, for the surging river that flows through all things including me. I feel the pulsing flow of the erotic energy that rises in the whole world in which I live. My thirst is becoming free and it grows.

I put aside the constraints that limit my vision and my reach. I ignore the limits that seem to exist all around me. I carry a cup in my expectant hand as I prepare to take deep drinks from the flow of energy all around me. My thirst is becoming greater, and the flow rises to satisfy my desire.

I draw closer and closer to the source of my arising. My thirst gives tribute to the river of my origin. I will be possessed by it and fully enlivened.