Circles of desire

Desire filled our eyes, burning in circles as we lie in the impermanence of satisfaction. Every urge we fill, is fleeting in its entirety. No drink will quench the thrist, no sustenance to abstain the hunger, circles we burn through. Forever wandering, desire and satisfaction, to desire and satisfaction again and again. Wandering outside of ourselves, wondering inside ourselves with no cessation to see. Fleeting as can be, desire you'll see, is as vast as the seas, with eternal waves crashing over and bursting from the seams. No desire will ever be truly satisfactory, how can one find peace in the instability of satisfaction and desire? And the suffering that comes from thee? This is what I think whilst I drift away at sea

Submitted November 07, 2019 at 10:16AM by maitri93 https://ift.tt/2Cn9LSE