My Soul Trembles

My eyes are blinded by my wants. Mistaking them for needs, they leave me starving in the midst of this feast.

I gobble up everything in sight, greedily trying to fill the void that is eating me alive. And still the bones of my soul stick out in stark relief. Their points prick you, drive you back into your own soul and I am alone.

You cannot feed me for I am not yours, but I am you. Unless I am fed, we will both fade away, casualties in the great famine of my darkness.

You open yourself, enfold me in your light and show me how to feed myself.

I scatter crumbs, hoping to follow the trail back again and again, but each time the path is different.

Each time I reach the light my soul trembles uncontrollably, my love reaches out, turns back in upon itself, becomes a roaring furnace that melts me like fine glass at a blowers and I am free. Ready to be filled with the breath of spirit.

I open myself, feel the long fingers of this passion travel down my spine and warm me with its truth. My wants disappear. For just one moment, my wants separate from my needs and I recognize myself.

It is then that I find you.