Most people want like a candle flame, flickering, wavering.
But you want like a forest fire.
Getting what you want and being happy are two very different things.
When there is nothing left to want, all you do is wait till there is nothing left to wait for.
And what when there is the world to be wanted?
Like a forest fire, like a volcano, like a flaming, blazing star, like a thousand shooting suns?
And along with desire, the equal knowledge that what you want can never be
Like a parallel universe of ice, diamond-hard and bright
Waiting is all there is, for an end that will never come since resolution can never be reached without possession.
I once said that when I want someone or something, I want them like the air I breathe.
And people like me can learn to survive without air
Gill-like swimming around in the pools of substitutes
But one never forgets what real air tastes like.
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Tags: Graphic novels, Letting go, Life, Poetry, silence
Posted in Idea ore, Mercurial mirror, Waxing eloquent | Comments (6)
February 8th, 2008 at 11:26 am
hi
just read your post on desicritic . nice one
the pic is appropriate for me(am back after a long time on your blog)
February 8th, 2008 at 1:20 pm
we always think we cannot live without that AIR, but once it is gone, we wait for the suffocation. Surprisingly we learn to live in a vacuum. Still amazes me!!!! Nice post by the way!!!
February 11th, 2008 at 4:15 pm
“Gill-like swimming around in the pools of substitutes”.
Nice way of putting what we are going through. All of us.
But yet, once in a while we struggle to rise up through the murkinesss around and breathe in the air - that we once used to live in. And then we suffocate - and go back to the black depths
February 14th, 2008 at 9:14 am
@ itchingtowrite: Welcome back!!! Took me a minute to figure out what you meant by ‘appropriate for me’.
Incidently that picture in the Sandman series is of a character portraying DEATH.
@ Ashish:
And that’s a nice thought.
@ greekalphabet: Awww….
February 28th, 2008 at 6:18 pm
Isn’t the forest fire metaphor the best we have heard?
And being happy anc getting what you want and the difference between the two :))
Reminds me of a day, a place, a time…
March 5th, 2008 at 7:52 am
@ Rochelle: Absolutely! And when are we catching up again?