In all of my seeking
did I ever stop
to ask myself
if I could recognize
the destination
when I had finally arrived?
Or would my eyes
be blindly fixed
on the far horizon
of fulfilled desires,
receding ever farther
with each step
taken toward it?
Once I had arrived
would I be capable
of enjoying
the banquet before me,
or would my eyes
be so mercilessly claimed
by visions of what is to come
that I couldn’t smell
or taste
the holy feast
laid out so perfectly before me?
Haunted by desires,
doomed to range
the shadow lands
a hungry ghost
wandering the globe
listlessly
for some promise
of a promise
of something forgotten
long before
our great grandmothers lived.
Is that any way to live?
Let me be a stand
for the freedom in ecstasy
felt by a body
uninhibited by
someone else’s stories.
Let me sing you a song
about joy and waves
of delight
standing on the edge
of eternity’s domain
and seeing something
even greater
than forever.