My Desires

Here is what I know:
When I feel something personal and meaningful,
my belly bubbles up inside
My mind begins to expand
and explore,
pondering future possibilities.
I become ensure of what to do with the swirling
and my flushed cheeks––
all my past knowings are turned to
grains of salt
and I begin to consider all of the other perspectives.

That is how I want to feel every day.

I want my perceived ideas to be challenged
and my ideals to be questioned.
I want to wonder why I think what I think
and why you think what you think.

I should be curious about all things:
How the happenings in my small community reflect those of a larger state.
Why certain pigments look so incredibly pleasing together.
Why the vision of the earth which nurtures all life is so surreal.
Why I have been conditioned to view unnatural even harmful things as beautiful.
How certain human constructs have become institutionalized.
How the mere illusion of confidence or love can impact a subject so immensely.
Why time seem to be unpredictable and inconstant.
The amount in which simple acts I commit affect others.
The power instilled by word.
The need to feel rebellious in fashion.
Poetry.
Literature.
Art.
Why driving a car by a place I had never been but knew I would come to cherish for the first time felt so liberating I lost my breath for two seconds.
Debating the power of placebo and natural medicine.
How mind and body are one.
Why going so low down can lead to going higher than ever before.
All the reasons why death is scary.

Being curious feels humbling and full.
It feels like my belly is bubbling
and all my knowing turn to grains of salt
and my mind is ready to collect more grains of salt.