Sometimes yearning is fierce,
a raging fire consuming the path itself,
so you’ll free fall into the abyss
of the moment.
Sometimes yearning is subtle,
a soft canopy of dandelion fluff, floating in the wind.
It whispers to you as it blows against your skin.
Sometimes yearning is full of mischief,
a sneaky trickster, twisting your thoughts,
distracting you from the very oneness you seek.
But remember this!
Yearning bursts you into flames,
obliterating you open.
Yearning pollinates your infinite seeds,
fertilizing you.
Sometimes, you meet the yearning full on,
and it brings you to life.
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