Desire is the root of fulfilment,
Desire is the cause of all movements,
Desire is the flash that lights up lamp
That spreads everlasting bright light.
Desire is beauty, desire is joy,
Desire is the stir that spawned universe,
Desire is force, desire is the strength
That carries processes of creation ahead.
Desire, god's will, desire is seed,
Without desires, all void and dark;
Desire, divine stir in the nought's womb
That brought life and world into existence.
Shedding desire is fusing to nothingness,
Freezing one's soul to void and darkness;
No joy or grief there, no beauty nor disgust,
Heightened suicide is it, a shortcut to nought.
Desire is challenge, a run to win or lose,
A game of life that enriches life process;
Cowards those who fear it and hide in void,
And day-dream it as shortcut to attain god.
Desire isn't itch, a diseased compulsion;
But inner enlightened spur to fulfil life;
It spawns in soul and filters thro' mind
To rise in wings to realities' horizons.
Desire is life, no desire, no life;
Desire makes life passionate, poignant;
Grief that it brings is newmoon to fullmoon,
But, worthy a newmoon for glorious fullmoon.
Ask a lovelorn who loved and lost,
Whether a newmoon for a fullmoon worthy;
Confesses he in tears that it certainly is,
And a million newmoons for a fullmoon he face.
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