Aching, Needy And Yearning To Belong Poem by Johan Fourie

aching, needy and yearning....
..for that alusive and inconcieveable place in space and time
....where it is possible to have it all
...is there such a place, where we can have it all?
....is there a place where we belong, and belong too, and be wanted, needed?
....is there a place where it is safe in our Being, to be?

...in dialogue with enlightened, pure of spirit Beings
.......do we need to call judgement on ourself?
...for are we then not gentle, generous humble and pure of heart?
....must we know the me, and the I of Being, and nature of character?
....need we be tempered by our migration and journey?
......the lessons learned and depth of experiences complete?

....as we migrate and evolve on this life path, towards our destiny of Being
...and we find that what we know we seek, even per chance
.....as unsure as the morrow is, need we not take it, and cherish it?
.........for in our sense of being responsible and accountable
.....to at last love and live with the abandonment of a child
.....too at last love and live with the passion and innocense of a child

...my love......if you can
....dear one....if you may
....if you also want too take my hand? do so, please...