Desire is desire, a kindling fire
Some new attactions keep me attached
The old replace the new with limitations.
But the territory of life is breath span.
Where
Through the open doors of my heart
Comes unexpected pleasure
Misery finds way without knocking
The good or bad, soothing or soaring enters
As
My heart is open to all approaches
And with time,
Pleasure and pain shall fade
To make room for the new saplings of desire
The fruits of new pleasure and new pain.
