BURNING DESIRE

BURNING DESIRE
It is often a burning desire that propels us to take risks to jump out of our comfort form and go beyond the norm …
To be the fastest, to break the latest record from old, or to climb the tallest mountain, why? Because it’s there? Or to be the best, to go for gold …
All is not gold that glitters, but still we reach and persistently search for the sparkles, could it be light we are after, as time is frittered? …
Is it in our software, built in to our consciousness, that promotes the burning desire to prove the impossible possible? …
Is that what evolution is all about, the desire to prove the Universe wrong? To ask the Omniverse to go beyond and give us the urge to flout the establishment and show our inner light?
If it were generally known that our light is within us, therefore no need to search anymore would we cease to look? …
A burning desire can lead to an unrequited love of a kind and its well known consequences: hell hath no fury, like that fire in the mind…
It is not just, but usually, the male that stalks the female from the instinct of many an animal lust, across the kingdoms …
Watching the big bull fight off the younger males vying for the opportunity to mate, the strongest wins, we see from where it hails …
As the exception proves the rule, it is not unknown that the female in heat, normally mild, would make known her burning lust for a male’s desirable seed to create her proposed child …
In our sophistication, the female can now thank and choose the seed to suit her desire, for a particular beauty or intelligence at the bank of sperm …
Why do we in our wisdom try to eliminate chance and to replace it with uncertain certainty? Our lives to enhance? …
When in truth our strength is in our difference, and therefore best left to chance to gain the best, although the best for survival may not please …
Some really believe that they have the handle to assume the power and the mantle of God, as if, as if …
To choose is beyond our petty ploys, our need for joys when it is not even God, but one of God’s children in the form of soul that chooses …
Such choice is complex: the spark from Devine Fire brings a life that desires soul experience, from inheritance, mixed and marked with environments …
Human burning desire is merely a reflection of the soul need, though wrongly directed, and is therefore aptly named burning desire …
Listening to the inner need to find, from soul transmitted through spirit to human consciousness appearing in the mind …
This is the nature of the conversation voicing and listening, remembering and repeating in the mind bringing, the direction of desiring …
Direction to the navigation of the body, leading to the satisfaction, not of any goal, but simple experience, in addition …
Desire is the motivator of the Universe, the urge that propels all to seek betterment in their becoming out of the fire …
Desire that burns cannot be denied, desire for another, unless there is an alternative that turns equally the mind and heart, but who is willing to change one for the other? …
Misplaced lust for love in a mind burning with desire is not something easily to turn away from, appearing as a must, in the mind …
Appearing and disappearing in a mind fraught with the desire of unknown cause and object, a glimpse caught, following instinct …
Not wishing to let go, following the image through all conditions that nature throws, that the mind shows is the right pose! …
Where else to turn? What else to do? How else to placate the fire in the brain the unquenchable flame, how else to obtain inner peace? …
In a life of crevasse upon crevasse, it must seem like an easy way out of an impossible impasse …
In a life not of unrequited love, but devoid of love of any kind, a life without love just to bring peace into the mind …
How, in adulthood, can love suddenly manifest and know what love is? So easy to mistake it for something else that feels good …
Perhaps, without ration, it is the drive we have all felt, but without the balance of love to channel the burning desire to the joy in compassion …
Can you channel your inner flame to cross the street and help a homeless man not knowing his name? …
You could perhaps cross over the mire to help a fallen child, as the Samaritan in us all is roused from slumber beneath the burning of self desire …
Where is the crossover fudge between the fallen child and fallen man or woman, have you the right to judge, to distinguish? …
Should not we be taught how to use our burning desire in action in the service of others by changing our desire into compassion? …
The pathway is clear, through meditation at the sound of the simple cymbal, bowl or gong, its fading sound dissolving all fear …
All fear of others and of self, bringing inner peace, thoughts of sharing, helping and loving others …
Thoughts of changing the inner burning desire into a passion to help, to heal a broken race with our compassion to feel …
The answer to all woes is to recognise our innate, human ability to change, to quench a fire, to rearrange our burning desire …
To change that inner flame into a desire to help and to heal the human race in whatever form it may claim our attention …
This is the forgotten quest for mankind, to change the ancient id, still prevalent in most, from instinct into Christ Consciousness …
And the only way that this can manifest is through the power vested in us all since before its denial …
Since the time when we were first endowed from above, with the soul gift, the power of individual consciousness, the power of love …
This incredible power, much maligned by all in power is the only way forward for the human race and includes respect for all …
In case you are wondering, the Universe is never wrong, indeed no one is wrong, but we are different and we need to include in our difference Respect …
Respect for every race, every colour, every kingdom in the natural world, but most of all for every faith as every pathway leads to the One God …
Not to become a fanatic at the expense of others, but to accept our power in the knowledge that the Divine Blessing of the Grace is for us all, whoever we may be.
David

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