To
contemplate desire,
not
as a concept but as a process,
a
bleeding into our experience realm,
like
the way blood circulation is always bleeding.
If
you take event-ness out of our focus
and
then pursue subtle familiarity,
that
which is below our colloquial
and
syntactical framing in language,
desire
exists other than objectified.
It
is an inward kinesthetic ambience in passage.
As
we go to it, in its presence as us,
we
become ever so subtly aware.
Maybe
we seek the essence experience of desire
as
the source point of our being.
It
is then that we discover
that
it predates our knowing,
but
not our recognition.
We
are in its affect by its presence
as
us acknowledging
before
we come to know it as desire.
Desire
seems to feed us our energy
yet
desire may be
a
black-sheep parody of consciousness,
through
a pinhole sighting
from
within the "bag over our head" universe,
or
a nocturnal inspiration
stealthy
coming in the back door of our being.
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