Don’t settle for paper boats and puddles.
Anchor yourself in those oceans
which only grow deeper when explored.
Truth goes down to the heart of things,
Beauty - once found - never leaves,
and Love, love without end, carries all
the rest in its arms.
Want for nothing
but an unquenchable longing.
It will thread between the waves,
drive you through deep night,
until, at last, you find holy
ground.
Provoked by a line from Victoria Chang’s short poem The String
(“…A person not tied down with longing falls off into space.”)
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