As long as the ego wants,
At the end of the path,
Will come the taste of venom.
In the meantime, all feet are rushing,
At the speed of thought,
Carried along by the winds of desire.
What the ego wants, what it wishes to avoid,
This is what presses your face against the ground.
Liberating, not wanting, not rejecting…
Can we see, while meditating, the common thread
Of audacious, blazing thoughts.
Fuel, fire,
When fuel is no more, fire goes out.
Wishing to move away from the outcome we dread,
Wishing to orient in the direction we aim,
Desire for our self, inexhaustible fuel.
©FJ March 2022
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Presumably, then, the flame of such desire must be extinguished by removing the fuel. Or with a lot of cold water…!
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