The desire to be a creator never burns out Like the immortal flame that it is It may waiver, it my wane in the blowing wind But it never dies, completely becomes extinguished or unhingedΒ Β Just so long as you keep it calm and still And close to your true heart within
Because the essence of desire is the creation which will linger in a state of wonderment Wishing only that the original thought could be All which you could've hoped and dreamed About and for*
Mesmerizing isn't it? The flame unseen
It's like walking on the beach, endlessly, but not bean permitted to leave with a single shell or grain of sand.