Desire is desire, a kindling fire.
Some new attachments keep me attached
The old replace the new with limitations.
But the territory of life is breath span.
Where
The mind is the explorer
The soul is the defender.
Defending my emotions and feelings.
For pleasure comes unexpected
Misery comes without knocking
The doorstep of my heart
That is open to approaches
Knowing not what comes in
The good or bad, soothing or soaring
With time, the pleasure and pain will fade
To make room for the new saplings of desire
The fruits of new pleasure and new pain.