Cravings, sensual and robust sneak through every pore.
Can I settle down
and feel into this dryness that plagues the mind?
The transposed fodder of the ego
feeds yeast-like on natural sugars.
What of sexual cravings?
Feel the dance between these legs that brings up those thoughts.
Or do the thoughts bring the tingle?
back and forth they play
carrying me away from the moment.
What if, with sharpened awareness we spotted the game
and began observing it with a bit less investment?
The fickle nature of their activity is a profound insight.
Coming and going, universes unto themselves.
But to the exclusion of all else, they spawn into ripe and frothing delusions.
written in 2005ish
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