Deep Longing

The lots that make up 

the shoulds and the coulds

the wishes and wells 

Are deep.


Winding with wonder 

all the ways I want to walk

don’t lead me to

The End.


Rather, the paths I take

fill with feathers and fake

substances keep me full 

Of crap.


Such scenarios in my head

prevent my mind from

pushing further into a great 

Big open.


A middle voice draws me to 

a place to be, without 

needing to be 

Any thing.


A cloud, a bird, the Spirit

so carefully crafted 

created and continued 

In Light

In Love. 

In Me.

By

JL McCarthy

September 29, 2020