“The cords of passion and desire weave a binding net around you….
Trapped, you cannot experience liberation.” ~ Lao Tzu
This aching yearning is my lust
the impulsive sexual urges keep
us hungry for each other,
but when held apart,
we are unable to grow
a true union of lasting love.
Like roots that bind together
our sex fuels ours growth
keeps us fearful in closer union,
it anchors our perception
to the material plane.
A few of us find some comfort
in solo, but most of us suffer
from an empty hole inside,
whether we opt for passionate
or forced celibacy.
We try to fill that feeling
of emptiness with material things,
attention from others, or substances
that ultimately increase
Our painful search for wholeness
is voice very loud indeed
we are not safe, there isn’t enough,
we must hoard our things,
it’s all hopeless,
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