My Addiction
I could not get rid
of my addiction,
so I transmuted the yearning
into You.
I thought the hollow place
inside my chest needed
to be veiled in the smoke
of a blunt Habana robusto,
or the earthen bouquet of
oak-wise well-aged whiskey.
But now the fragrance
of the merest breath delights me
with the musky finish
of your love.
My emptiness rejoices in
the fullness of thanksgiving.
Longing itself
is my inebriation
for I have met the Friend
whose glance changed
everything.
Solitude became a wedding,
night a darker sweetness
than desire.
I have too many
radiant centers now
to be alone.
Silence has been swallowed up
in the music of namelessness.
You flow into me,
and I flow out beyond
your edges.
Foolish, crazy, self-luminous,
I must be the One
to whom I have been praying.
Only the naked and the lost
can savor these words.
They alone are worthy
to beg.
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[again, I wonder ```` coincidence / serendipity / soulful oneness] ````
a strange accident, sliced the top of my foot. not completely trusting emergency rooms, I triple butterflied the large wound and took a pill for the acute pain ```````` unusually, I posted and then wrote an obtuse comment about this ... after a few minutes and reactions, made the thing private for a thought, out of the blue, that someone might think me an oxy addict! (no one who knows me personally, of course) ```````````````````````````` then in the wee hours, I came ^here< to the desert of your sacred words to see this // Addiction
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to everything, turn / turn / turn
(I feel `` how we heal
addiction)
certainly, we are all "addicts" of something or other,
and earth and our experience here, our terrain of transformation/
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after time and intention, substance addiction is now a very dull roar in my life // sugar / alcohol / food / et al ``````````````````` pharmaceutical drugs are all questionable and I do not and never have liked them
I am even questioning insulin.......
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process addiction..willful worry```prescribed perfectionism,,,````````````````each day, I continue to open to healing
indeed, when what we do and say and think is Sacred
addiction is never here or there`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
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this poem and image are beautiful xo
` naked and lost, I savor your words.
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just another word / a word misspelled in your link to this blog from your meta page /
( YourRadiance.bogspot.com ) / used it once the other day and a can of internet worms opened up into my pc / you may want to correct that ....
Peace be with you, friend