The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Waxing and Waiting

Sometimes when you want something very badly and your desire for it keeps growing and growing and growing and you are forced to keep waiting and waiting and waiting for it, you come to feel your desire to such a degree that you see that desire itself is what you really want.

"Desire itself has no desires." So, hang in there.

Love to All,

John O. 

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1 comment:

  1. Well John,
    I've waxed my legs by the light of the silvery moon, and am now waiting for the sun to rise. What next?