Ga’Mornin’ … Remember the feel of longing? Some deep desire that fills you up, takes you over in every part of your body and mind. I’m never quite sure if I like it or love it, or find the pain of it more than the desire to have it. Mine often feels like some ancient want that reminds me of places, spaces, people, lands, that I have lost and hunger to find and feel the depth of the connection.
It flows over me in blue flames and rapid heart beats
It pulls the whisper of it buried deep in my long agos
up and out over my skin, through my blood
a yearning unquenched now awakened and
in search of relief from the starving want of it
I let it have me cause it will no matter what the matter
I let it ache me into surrender and the remember
of who I have always been and remain in this
earthly form and habitat of limitations
When the call to home takes me and sets me free
Better now to feel wrapped in the electric blue
Imaginings of the coming Light of home
and Love everlasting
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
Wonderful…. reminds me of Rumi’s longing for “the Friend,” but in your uniquely Jeanne way.
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oh… that longing.
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