Many lives I’ve lived in this life,
new characters, changing look and feel
but the same eager eye, listening ear
and the hunger, always the hunger.
I’ve fooled myself with disguises
but now I sit with the Watcher,
eyes alert that will not sleep,
ear awakened to Her heartbeat.
I am the brightness in the morning sky
and the one who’s gazing,
the color rising in the clouds
a blush in my heart.
Life force lifting upward,
and the hunger, always the hunger.
Thanks for the symbolism in your words, of a heart open to an ever changing landscape. Blessings and welcome back to the Pacific Northwest.
Sacred hunger, without which we would never be able to find the deeper peace, the power to be our undisguised self. Bless you, Don, and welcome back.
Always the hunger…yes….exactly the stream of my heart and mind this gorgeous Sunday morning. In my meditation at sunrise I found myself with Magdalen and Yeshua, my awareness being brought to the exatitude of sequence in my life cycles. Living those cycles I just followed the hunger. In hindsight, I marvel at the precision of hunger’s design. Before I even stop writing here, tears of joy flood to nourish my eyes for ever seeing anew. I am in gratitude with you Don.
Always the hunger, I love this! It never leaves ,it always brings one to a higher sacred sense of being . Always loving, Always compassionate, filling the nooks and crannies of my soul. Thank you for sharing this sacred space with all.
Thank you for putting into words what many of us are feeling yet cannot express. In loving gratitude.
So beautiful. Thanks.
Don, Thanks again for your beautiful and insightful words.
Very powerful poem which captures the fire in really being, being alive.
As an Elder, I so appreciate your perspectives, Don. Thank you.