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Desire
September 28, 2005
What would your life
be like
if no one ever told you
what you wanted?
To feel
no artificial desires.
To know
only the nodding of your heart
as you walk around
saying yes to this, yes
to that.
What if nothing had
ever been
shoved down your throat?
What deep breaths
you could take.
Written by Whiskey River
Categories: Waiting for Something to Burst
Whiskey River
qarrtsiluni 
Oh, those last lines, Whiskey! I swoon.
This appeals strongly to the Daoist in me. Thanks!
What deep breaths indeed.
It’s like falling in love.
Thank you!
I’m so glad I didn’t bomb. I’ve got a nasty case of writers block, and this editorial team is tough!
;)
Yes, very nice. And wonderful to see you come out from behind the words of others, however well selected.
I am SO happy to see this powerful and truth-filled poem here, Whiskey!
Wonderful. Yes, it resonates with the incorrigible Taoist in me, too.
Fabulous. This made me shiver.
“To feel
no artificial desires.”
If I were translating the poem, I would translate it to read:
“To feel no desire
but desire….”
Yet there is so much noise
that gets in the way,
isn’t there?
I wonder, myself, what is the state of no desire?
Is it simply to be so satiated that there is absolutely nothing more that you want?
And is that what we feel in-between all of our desires?
I love that “nodding of the heart” with all its shadows and shades of meanings (at least for me, one stands out: “knotting”.
It is so wonderful to read your wok, whiskey!
That’s a great typo — “read your wok” and all you cooked up in it! Stir-fry!
This poem didn’t speak to the Daoist in me, it spoke to the one who has had too much shoved down her throat. I completely identify.