Longing

©by Dorothy Hunt.
My longing has turned to dust!
Truth brought me the sun,
the moon, ten thousand
universes. How, then,
could there still be longing?

My longing has turned to ash
swirling over creation
from Love's ceaseless fire;
burning is its priceless gift.

The river of my longing
reversed course; its currents
returned to the Heart.
Now there is nowhere to go.

I stand alone, the source
and the fulfillment
of all my desires.
Longing lit the pathway Home.
© Dorothy Hunt, February 14, 2010

the following is a note that Dorothy sent out with the above poem.

Dear Friends,
Our longing for God, Self, truth, love or awakening is our longing for what is already here, already awake, already whole, already free. The deepest longing of our heart can direct us Home when we follow longing to its source. Yet, it is the mind's act of seeking which seems to move us away from what is awake this very moment. We long for what we do not believe we already are; yet when Truth reveals itself in its own experience, we realize the timeless Mystery has never been absent from a single moment or experience. It moves life - including the movements we imagine are our "own."

The mind has many ideas about what it does not know. Yet any mental conclusion can become an obstacle to being open and present here and now. Can we stop comparing, stop judging, stop seeking, stop moving away from what we do not know? Can we face into the Mystery that is calling to us in our longing?

Longing is not the same as searching. Longing is felt in the heart; seeking is an activity of mind. Longing can break us open; seeking simply exhausts us-which, of course, may be the point!

A time may come when our longing ceases - not because we have found an object of our desire or because the mind finally "got it," but because our longing eventually returns us Home - home to what we've always been.
Blessings,
Dorothy"