The seeker

The Seeker


This flowing idea of pure love
not our squalid affairs that end
in recrimination, mutual hatred,
damned lies and jealousy;

to be grain, water and yeast,
nourishing food, to unlimited
give unconditional love, clear
as the mountain’s stream;

if I could have a crumb of that
vision it would cleanse, what
has been a luckless love life,
and I will gladly die tomorrow.